The Aftermath Chapter 2 SPOILERS To 3X08
The man in the office was indeed the father, the god, the man. Sam Tyler. Gene stood, quite rigid after realising who the figure truly was. Unable to contemplate the figure stood before himself, casually arguing with the other officers unable to control him; the officers who had no idea what or whom this man was he opened the door to his office with wide eyes.
Contemplating the brown-black hair, the dark eyes and leather jacket he had wore on so many an occasion but could find no answer to the truth, the question in his head – just one question but it was important. Gene wanted to know 'what the bloody hell' was he doing here, in CID, in nineteen eighty three? He said it out loud. "Oh I mean.. What are you doing here?" Sam looked, grinning broadly, closing Gene's office door behind him, the two left isolated. From outside the door everybody was watching. Still unable to speak for the voices in his head. He had lost who he was, unable to understand why his heart was so broke. All that time spent in vain, years spent in pain. Without love.. without anything he couldn't live.
"This will never be my side.. I'm saying where I belong." He turned his head to hear Alex's gentle voice. "I am so tired.." The voices would never stop. "I thought I'd lost you... What have you done now hunt! Hunt!" He turned again. "I am scared a lot of the time and you are one of the only things I can rely on." Then himself, he could hear himself. "Your wasting your time Bollz." "And your letting me down gov!" "We were the ones.. I thought we had a connection.." She continued. "Gene... Gene..." Then mac. Super Intendant Macintosh. "You can't help who you fall in love with Gene." Back to himself, the final sighting of Alex, the final one. "You can't do this without me Gene.. you need me Gene! I can't go in there!" Alex's voice barely visible through a teary voice. "Yes you can Alex." As if his head was about to collide with some other universe he hit it off the table vigorously replying "What the 'ell 'ave I done!"Pulled off only by Sam himself. "Goodbye Gene." The voices stopped and he looked up, but he could not see other than stars in front of his eyes, red stars and Sam's eyes through the dim light. His head was bleeding heavily and eventually the stars disappeared. The whole room went black.
Alex continued to sit quietly, still. Her knuckles still stained with the blood and glass of the clock and a new-found pain in her head – a feeling. The first feel of anything other than numb since she had entered this place. What did this mean. If she wasn't dead then where was she? Of course she was dead, but if she was why could she still live so fruitfully in the whiteness. An aftermath? The words still making connections with her brain for hours before she would disappear entirely? All she knew was that Hunt was real. That whole world was real. She gripped to the pain, wiping it off her hands with her face leaving it covered in a sticky coating of dark matter. Her blood. The blood begun to freeze across her pale skin... The blood begun to freeze. Both her hands and face were frozen in a sea of solid bloody-paint.