But something stirs. A constant murmuring in his head. A name constantly spoken-Lindsay. A coworker. A beacon. A force of gravity pulling him back toward the depths he's so long feared. The past, the present, the people he abandoned-all of it rushes toward him like a flood. The barriers are gone. The descent has begun.

Where does redemption lie? Where does damnation? In love, in suffering, or in the streets he swore he'd never walk again?

Lazarus does not know. But the reckoning is near.