[ EU ] 6 Years after the events of season 2 , Dexter gets a knock at his door . It 's Sgt . Doakes .

Six years.. Six goddamned years, I spent, waiting, biding my time. 
 
 I wish I could say it was good to be home again. But it wass n't. My family had moved on. Thought I was dead. Butchered, by the so called master of the Bay Harbor area. So I drank, and I smoked, and I coked, and I poked. I did things I was n't proud of, got my fixes where ever I could. 
 
 I still have to deal with that chicken-shit wannabe vigilante. But by the time I got back, he was gone. Gone, but not dead. Trail of fuckin' bodies from here to Tallahassee, and God else knows where. 
 
 It took a private investigator working to find that sick piece of shit, out in the middle of Asshole, Oregon. But now I've found him. 
 
 It was n't hard to tell, really. The bastard had a penchant for using the names of killers as aliases. Patrick Bateman, Ed Bundy, Ted Gein... 
 
 I never thought when I took the oath to uphold the law that I'd end up hunting the most dangerous game out in the boondocks. But that's what it came down to. 
 
 He had a code. Thought he could get out of the life. But there's no coming back from that sort of thing. 
 
 As I watched him chop wood, I held my breath, squeezed the trigger, and watched his head do it's best at a John F. Kennedy impersonation. 
 
 It was over. But it was never really fucking over. There's no coming back from this sort of thing.
