"Caucasian male, late thirties to early forties. No obvious cause of death." Brennan looked around the room. "I'd say victim has been dead for approximately four months, but Hodgins might be able to be more precise."

"Carter will have all of the missing person's files ready by the time you get there," Allison told them as she hung up her phone.

Booth pulled at Brennan's arm, "Come on, Bones. Let's go see the Sheriff."

She glanced up at him and after a minute nodded. "Zack, get started on the markers for Angela so she could do a facial reconstruction, and then make a list of previous injuries he might have had to help identify him."

"Yes Dr. Brennan."

"And I'll get started on the particulates," Hodgins smiled.

Only a few minutes later they managed to find the police station, and walked inside. It was relatively small which made it easy to find a woman that was quickly introduced as Deputy Jo Lupo. Files upon files were stacked across Carters desk, which also had a box of pizza on top. There was a narrow valley in which Carter was watching his baseball through. The only way they knew he was there was the occasional hand that would come up to grab a piece of pizza from the box and then go back down.

"Carter!" Jo yelled. When he didn't move, she stood right in front of the TV, blocking his view.

"Hey! I was watching that!"

"Sure, but I'm sure Agent Booth and Dr. Brennan would like to go through the missing persons files."

Carter stood up and sighed. "Alright. Pick a stack. Any stack."

"All of these people have gone missing four months ago?" Booth clarified.

"Yeah, four months ago, a lot of experiments went crazy and people went missing. Some showed up, some didn't, and this is all of those people."

About an hour later, they had managed to get through half of the files when all of a sudden the sound of an explosion ripped through the air, along with a small earthquake. Carter managed to stop the files from falling over before pulling out his phone and holding it it the air.

When the shaking stopped, he said, "Wait for it."

He smirked when it rang less than two seconds later, "Who blew what up?" He listened for another minute and laughed before hanging up. "Henry tried to make my car fly, but.."

Carter was interrupted by someone walking into the office, "I didn't try. I succeeded, but you didn't tell me your tank was low on gas and so it crashed right in the middle of the street and blew up."

Carter froze when he realized what he said and what Henry said. "Wait a minute! You blew up my car?!"

He nodded and smiled, "Don't worry, I can fix it in twenty-four hours, max!"

"Henry, Henry, Henry..." The two men walked outside to look at the damage.

Jo laughed and went back to looking at the files, "It sure is good to have Henry back."

"Is this considered normal?" Brennan asked incredulously.

"It happens on a daily basis," she replied.

"I think I got a good match," Booth called.

Brennan walked over towards him and looked at the file. Marcus Ferb, age 41, 5'4", she froze there.

"Way too short."

"Oh, what about this one," Jo said, waving another file.

One glance at it told her it was a no, "This file says he had a broken leg when he went missing. The victim didn't have any broken bones."

Brennan's phone rang just as Carter came back into the building, still in shock from his car being blown up.

"Brennan."

"It's Angela. I'm finished with the reconstruction."

"Did someone recognize him?"

Angela hesitated. "Allison did. She says it's Nathan Stark."

"How did his body decompose that quickly? It looks like was he died there and wasn't moved, but it doesn't make sense."

"Hodgins found something that could possibly help, but he doesn't have a clue what it is. A team of scientists here are examining it now."

"Thanks Angela."

She hung up and leaned against the desk. Everyone looked at her expectantly.

"It appears it is Nathan Stark."

"But I thought you thought it was impossible?" Booth looked at her confused.

"I thought so too."

Carter clapped his hands. "In Eureka, anything is possible, and the only thing that makes sense is that nothing makes sense."

"Huh?" everyone said.

"Exactly."

"Poor Allison," Jo sighed.

"Yeah," Carter echoed.