Chapter Two

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The gentle purring of the car rattled up one of Jack Hodgins's leg, and he sighed, wearily resting his head on the edge of the window. Now his jaw vibrated with the shaking of the engine, blurring his vision.

A soft hand touched his shoulder. Chills ached down his spine. "What's wrong, sweetie?" It was Angela's voice, as sweet and clear as warm spring water rushing over rocks.

"It's just..." Hodgin's voice caught in his throat around the iron lump. "I wish Zack was here."

"Oh, Jack..." Angela said, her voice tempered with sadness.

"I know." Hodgins continued. "He's locked up in the loony bin. But i just want to believe that he'll come back."

A small, pained sound escaped Angela's throat and she leaned her head into Hodgins's shoulder, her tears leaking into his shirt.