... after a while of walking they reach their workplace for the day. Dr. Brennan instructs her fellow archaeologists and anthropologists. There are some experienced people working hand in hand with students, who follow their instructions.
She hadn't taken her time to get to know the others, afraid to let someone too close to her heart, only to lose the person again.
She tries to fade out the constant chatter around her, but fails to do so, the noise starting to make her head hurt.
"Greta I am going further east, looking whether I can find another possible gravesites." "Of course dear, just be careful to not get lost and take some supplies with you."
I shake my head and smile to myself, Greta seems to forget that I am a world renowned forensic anthropologist and that I have been to other excavations before. I don't comment it, but promise to be back before dinner and that I would take enough supplies with me, somehow it feels like talking to my mother. As soon as this thoughts enter my mind I shake them out of it, no, I can't have such feelings, it could only end in heartache for me.
Walking around in silence I get a chance to admire the beauty of the nature around me, something that never really changes and still makes me happy.
After half an hour I hear some distinct voices and noises, I can't really associate anything specific with what I am hearing, therefore I decide to investigate further. After all I am a anthropologist and not only a forensic one, I like to observe people and draw conclusions out of my observations.