You return home after a tiring workday at the headquater. The first thing you do is collapse on the sofa where he used to lie, sighing in exhaustion. You relax, knowing that you can finally "revive".* *

Mumble

But he was already gone forever.

You close your eyes and accidentally go back in time to the day before he was murdered.

His gentle eyes are lifting the wine glass and looking at you, those eyes filled with love that you have not seen for a long time. Is this another dream, or have you returned to the past?