'That's the last of it' he thought as he put his last bag in the car. As he drove away he took one last look at the place he had lived in for the last five years of his life. Glancing at Westminster and Big Ben he sighed,
"Why did I ever leave Washington?" he said to no one. London had never felt like home. There had always been something missing, but now he was going back. Back where he belonged where he should have stayed. Without a second thought he boarded his plane.
He was walking up the stairs stepping over clothes he recognized, but that did not belong in his house. He now knew that all his suspicions had been correct. He reached for the door and grabbed the handle, he began to turn it… 'THUMP' he cracked his head off the window. The turbulence had woken him from his dream. Well more like his memories. That specific memory had been haunting his dreams for about a month now, ever since he had lived it.
Walking out of the gate he saw Angela, Hodgins and their daughter Isabel. They had offered him Zach's old apartment, until he got settled back in Washington, because Zach had moved into his girlfriend's apartment. He embraced his two old friends, and then looked at the little girl that he hadn't seen since she was a year old, except in photographs.
"Hey Isabel do you know who I am?."
"Yes, mommy says you're kinda my uncle."
"I suppose I kinda am." He laughed. "Guys thank you so much for this."
"It's no problem man. What are friends for?" Hodgins said, thrilled to see one of his old best friends.
"Some friend I was, I haven't seen you in five years!"
"Well everyone is entitled to brief periods of insanity." Angela shrugged.
"God I missed you." They both just laughed. Angela's expression then changed.
"So how you doing?" her eyes were full of concern.
"I'm good, well I'm still trying to get my head around it I think."
"I know sweetie, I know." Angela patted his back as they left the airport. All he thought was 'she never calls me sweetie'.