"There hasn't been any decay. I do good work."

There's something wrong about keeping dead bodies at a veterinary clinic. But then again, immortal Nazi werewolves. Whatever.

Back they go.

The body doesn't seem to be inside the clinic, at least.

"Scott, you can go inside and deal with the others. Theo and Ellie should stay here."

"Whatever crack you were about to make, don't. Now is really not the time."

"Fine. Good luck with them."

He goes to deal with his friends.

The veterinarian begins to dig.

"I hope those spells are really good, doc."

Ellie takes over moving the dirt, excavating wide layers of soil six inches thick at a time.

He assists, anyway, since the job can't be slower with more hands. 

And they uncover the body.

"Just as easy as injecting him?"

"That's the idea..."

He slides into the makeshift grave, and injects him very carefully.

Ellie is ready to move herself and the doctor away if anything untoward happens.

He shudders to life, coughing.

"Alan...?"

"She's dead. Your middle child, Derek, he's fine. So is Cora."

"Laura? Peter?"

"I can explain everything."

He shoulders his weight, helping him up.

The others begin to come outside. 

One of them notices the grave excavation, and looks prepared to head their way.

But Scott suggests they all go home and rest, and they don't seem to offer much resistance. 

He rejoins them.

"It seems to have worked."

"No negative side effects?"

"Nothing yet. Who can I try next?"

"I'll think about it. Can you wait?"

"Why? We can bring everyone back, Scott. You can just undo all of it, everyone you lost-"

"Your sister?"