Chapter 4: Bones
Temperance still hadn't found anything to write with. She looked around her, maybe there was something she could use instead of ink. She needed something wet that when dry would leave a stain. "Why don't you use the fake blood?" asked the woman.
"You're right!" exclaimed Bones. "Why didn't I think of that?"
"Hmm I don't know, maybe 'cause you don't think outside the box."
"I don't know what that means," said Tempe.
"It just means that you don't think big. You wont risk anything unless you know for sure that it will work."
Tempe completely ignored the woman and proceeded to try writing the note with the fake blood that coated the walls around them. With her finger she started to draw what were supposed to be letters but the paper absorbed the paint to the point where it just looked like one big red blob. That was it, her only way of communicating with Booth was completely ruined. "See this is why I think inside the box! How am I supposed to tell Booth I'm still alive now?"
"I don't know. You're supposed to be a genius aren't you? Figure it out."
Bones paused for a minute. "I've got it! I could try to rip the letters into the wrapper. Like small incisions in the shape of letters. I'm sure Angela will figure it out."
The woman sighed and rolled her eyes. "What is it exactly that you do?"
"I am a forensic anthropologist at the Jeffersonian Institute."
"And your husband?"
"He works for the FBI."
"Seriously? Okay, you seriously need to figure out how to get that note to him."
Both women frantically searched for something to cut the wrapper with, but neither of them had any luck. "What about one of the bones on that skeleton right there?" the woman said, pointing at a skeleton that was placed on an electric chair. "If they're plastic we could break one and use the point to scratch the paper."
"We won't need to break anything. By the looks of it the distal phalanges are sharp enough to go through the paper." Bones reached as far as she could but the skeleton was still too far. They both fought as hard as they could to reach the plastic skeleton. The other woman touched it but couldn't reach it enough to grab it. "We're going to find another way," said Tempe.
"I know. Oh, I'm Alice, by the way," said the woman.
"I'm Dr. Temperance Brennan," replied Bones not fully acknowledging the woman.
"So 'doctor', how are we going to get the falafels off the skeleton?"
"Its phalanges and I don't know yet." They both continued to search for a way to reach the skeleton until a boy and his brother walked by and saw them struggling to reach.
"Hey lady! What are you doing?" said the boy.
"We're trying to get the fingers off so we can use it to write something," answered Alice.
"I thought you guys were supposed to be scary. Your acting sucks!" shouted the kid.
"It's not an act! We were brought here by some horrible people." Shouted Bones.
"Right, whatever. Let's go dude, this sucks." The two boys walked back where they came from.
"Damn," sighed Alice.
Both girls would obviously spend another night in the house of horrors. The crowds of people where slowly dying down. Before they knew it, hours had passed since the last person walked through. Temperance stared at the killer clown for hours, trying to think of a way to get to Booth. After another hour, she turned toward the cell door just as a barrel-shaped plastic block rolled into the small room in one swift movement. Almost immediately, smoke began to fill the room, coming out of the block quickly. Temperance kicked the block away from her out of instinct, exclaiming to her roommate to help her get the block out of the cell.
"You're not gonna get that very far, y'know." Alice grumbled.
Temperance sighed out of annoyance. "Yes, thank you for your input."
Alice laid her head on a plastic sledgehammer, adjusting it back and forth, and breathing heavily. Bones began to feel light headed and her breath began to escape from inside her. She found it more and more difficult to stay awake as her eyelids closed without permission.