Malcolm incurs a severe concussion while investigating a murder in a decrepit hotel, falling down the elevator shaft. He is trapped in his own subconscious, fictitiously reflecting a world where he never found out his father's secret: Martin is a happy family man, Jessica not an alcoholic, Ainsley a doctor instead of a journalist, Gil was framed as a lunatic by Martin incarcerated in his place in Claremont, and Malcolm a respected NYPD detective in a healthy relationship with Dani. Although tempted by this new reality, Malcolm continues his investigation, learning that the murderer is an elderly serial killer in a wheelchair and stops him. However, Malcolm is finally forced to choose between dying and being at peace or rejecting everything he ever wished for. He chooses the latter, and helps the police arrest the murderer. That night, Ainsley visits Malcolm demanding the truth, only to reveal that her shirt is covered with blood.
—KGF Vissers