Elizabeth Cutter | Primeval

SEASON 7 TEASER

It's almost how it used to be.
They went from everything to nothing.

They rebuilt themselves.
Now they were coming back stronger.

They weren't what they were.
They were cracked.
Glued back together.
But death keeps pulling it all apart,
one way or another.

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It's been a long few months.
Becker doesn't believe Lizzie is ready to return to work, but it's clear she won't listen to what's best for her.
"Lizzie does what Lizzie says."

Old faces return, bringing joy amongst the team,
but it doesn't last long.

Lizzie's struggling.
The team are hiding something.
Grange is still out there.
The future is still in danger.
They have nothing left to fight with,
but the war's just beginning.

TEASER:

Lizzie's POV

"What do you remember from that day?" Doctor Meadows asks, sitting across from me.

I fiddle with the Rubik's Cube in my hand, twisting the sides aimlessly. "Passing out."

She notes it down before looking back up at me, analysing my features for any hint of an answer. "Anything else?"

"Just darkness."

That's a lie. They all thought I'd forgotten...but I can remember everything. The isolation. The pain. Death. It's all too clear.

"And what do you dream about?" She asks, pulling me away from my thoughts.

I shake my head, closing my eyes to meet the darkness. "Being there. Dying."

"How does that make you feel?"

I open my eyes to stare at her and place my Rubik's Cube down. Putting my hands out in front of me, my palms meet. I half expect them to fall through each other, but they don't. "Like I'm a ghost...like I shouldn't be here."

"But you survived," she reminds me.

I shake my head, picking the Rubik's Cube back up and twisting it faster, my eyes closing and opening once more. "No. I didn't. I died, six times..."

Dr Meadows leans forward, her notepad now beside her. "You're alive Lizzie."

"But he isn't."