It had been a week since Peter Lewis, had made you see things that didn’t happen. He made you see your entire team die. What’s worse is he made you see Spencer die. You couldn’t help but check his head every time you woke up, seeing him sleep so peacefully, your hands immediately going to his hair, moving it around as if you were checking for lice, when in reality you were checking for a bullet wound. You never found one but you couldn’t get the image of it out of your head no matter what.