Chapter 1: Booth
I don't recognize the woman that calls herself my wife. I can feel strong connection with her, a need to protect her and comfort her. I can see that whatever is going on with me is hurting her so much and I don't know how to fix it. She's scared…. I'm scared. I've tried to remember what happened and a lot has come back but I don't think I should tell them. I am afraid to find out what will happen as soon as I do. I won't be of use to them anymore.
I know I was missing for almost a year. I tallied the days on the walls of the basement. I still can't remember how I got there though. I remember going out to meet my CI and then all I can see is me locked in that basement. A little boy was tasked with feeding me. He would come in with a tray once a week; bread and water. If I was lucky I would get an apple or banana. I think he would sneak them to me because I always heard yelling when he picked up my tay on fruit days.
The little boy couldn't have been more than 9 years old. He had medium length dark brown hair, giant eyes, and the most innocent, loving, and confused gaze. He always had the same clothes on. I am sure he was a prisoner like me. He was dirty, malnourished, and always flinched when I reached for my tray. I tried asking him questions, asking where we were, but he could never answer. I know he could hear because he would turn to look at me whenever I spoke but he would never answer….maybe he doesn't speak the language…...maybe he wasn't allowed to.
I only remember my time there. Not how I got there or how I left. I was never restrained or drugged. Well sedated. I know my memory was erased but I don't know how. I was fairly free given the situation I was in. The only thing I lacked was a regular feeding schedule. I had clothes, water, shower, bathroom, bed, pretty much everything. It wasn't your usual abduction.
I never saw my abductor...only the little boy. I had a small window that allowed some light to come in during the day; enough for me to keep track of the days. But, whenever I tried to look out of it to figure out where I was I could only see a fence. The furniture was bolted to the ground. Smart thinking on their end; I would have left a long time ago. Oh my god the little boy!
I have to let them know I remember! He's still there. He was in charge of me. He could be hurt. He could be dead!
"Hey you! I need to talk to that skinny doctor…..where is he?!"
"My name is Hodgins by the way…."
"Ok? Just get the doctor please its an emergency.."
"He's not here. He's gone for the weekend."
"I can't. He asked not to be bothered this weekend. He has some important stuff going on. You'll have to wait till monday."
"Tell him I remember….."