She looks at the building that contains their latest crime-scene. Something strikes her as familiar; she can't tell what it is. She goes in, heads for the elevator, the scene is on the roof – ten stories up. She sees a sign on the elevator: out of order. With a sigh she turns for the stairs and starts walking up. Step after step after step, she's pleasantly surprised it seems so easy although her head hurts. She comes to the ninth floor, sees Flack talking to people who might have heard something. He doesn't hear her greeting. She climbs the last few steps and makes her way out onto the roof. The sun seems so much brighter up here. Her headache becomes worse. Mac is kneeling alongside the dead body, examining it carefully. Stella approaches him and looks at the body. Suddenly she feels torn apart, she has to turn away. Why can't I look at her? "Cause of death seems fairly obvious: she was beheaded," she hears Mac say, "Question is, who was she? And where is the head?" Stella forces herself to turn around again but still can't bear to look at the body. It feels like her soul is being pulled out of her. She decides to look at Mac instead. He's on his cell, "Come on, where are you?" he says to it as nobody answers his call. When he removes it from his ear Stella sees the number he has dialed – her cell! She wonders why she hasn't heard it ring, then, a moment later, why Mac still hasn't realized that she is here. She feels her soul twist again. Her cell drops from her hand. She can't hear it hit the ground – it seems to vanish in the air. She touches Mac's shoulder, he doesn't turn, only brushes her touch away as he would an insect. He gets up and moves away, leaving her with a full view of the body. She jumps back, finds herself on the edge of the roof. Is this why this place looks so familiar, because I died here? Mac is right beside her. Does he feel me? "Hey guys, I think I found the head," he calls out. Stella looks down, sees something bloody on a windowsill below. Somebody fetches it, brings it up to Mac. "Oh," is all Mac says when he sees the blood-streaked curls around the familiar face. "Well then, case closed," he continues after some thinking. "What happened?" the other person asks. "It was an accident. It was her fault, she should have been more careful." Stella feels she's being pulled away. No, please, don't let go. Mac, please hold me! For the first time Mac looks in her direction "Why?" he asks. I don't know why I let this happen, she screams in her mind. "No, I mean: why were you alone?"