It was freezing. That was his first thought as he began to awaken. To anyone else it would only a slight chill but to him it was unbearably cold. Then again where he just come from was beyond warm, red flames licked at his skin only seconds before.

He lifted himself up from the steel that made up the autopsy table top. His body left heavy, his head pounding in time with his heart. He looked down at his naked body, his skin pale and covered in filth. He vaguely remembered, to him, what happened all those years ago. He looked at his hand, his palms covered in dried mud. He clenched them as he remembered her. 'She will pay.' He thought.

The sound of approaching footsteps snapped him from his reminiscing. Quickly he jumped from the table and hide behind a tall filing cabinet. A man and woman walked into the room closing followed by another man who didn't wear the same clothing as the pair before him. They seemed too focused on their conversation they didn't notice the body that was supposed to be on the table run from behind the cabinets and through the door, disappearing around a corner.

'I'll make you pay for what you did Sara, even if I have to die again to do it.' He thought as he ran through the familiar streets, his body exposed to the night air.