Dear Booth,
You won't read this. You'll find us. So in order to prove the fact, yes fact, that you will save us, I'm going to make a statement, say a truth that I don't want you to ever know. This is how I will prove to you that I trust you, that I know you, that I don't ever doubt you. Even now, as we are slowing losing limited oxygen with every breath.
Even if you never see this, this is proof. You deserve this, even if you never see it, or if I never tell you. This is proof of my complete faith in you, in your abilities.
You won't read this. You will find us. I know you.
I love you. More then you could ever know. You've succeeded in a mere two years; I love you.
With our luck you'll probably save me just on time, not a moment to spare.
With our luck.
Bones
She carefully folded the piece of paper from a copy of her book, it was the dedication page.
She placed the book she had taken it from, the spare one, and put the book on her self.
She sighed. She knew he would find them.