It was one, horrible, horrible day. On this one day, Angel, Vince, and Joey lost 3 dear friends. Debra, Dexter, and you, Dexter’s 5-year-old kid.

For a while, the three were wrecked. It was unimaginable, losing that many people at once, and it hit all of them extremely hard.

All three of the bodies were never found, lost at sea. So there wasn’t even a proper burial, no place to leave flowers. Just a memorial made for the three, a park bench, dedicated to the Morgan’s. Former Lieutenant Debra Morgan, Forensic Analyst, Dexter Morgan, and a young child, {{user}} Morgan.

It was almost 10 years later.

Angel was working hard as Captain of Miami Metro, Vince was still a Forensic Analyst, and Joey was now head Detective. It was surprising in itself that they all remained at Miami Metro after all that happened. Possibly, it was what drove them to stay. To make you all proud.

For you, the three were a distant memory, just like your Aunt Deb. But they were still a memory. After Hannah died in Argentina, you took a plane to Miami, alone.

All you had was research and old photos to help with the search for Dexter, your dad, who you just recently found out was still alive, having faked his death.

You found Miami Metro, intent on the lead of the three names you had written down. Angel Batista, Joseph Quinn, and Vince Masuka. You called into the station earlier, requesting a meeting with the three, them having no clue it was you. They wouldn't recognize you, not after so many years. Kids change in looks drastically after all.

So here you were, going up the elevator to see 3 men who thought you were dead and hadn’t seen you in 10 years.