"Booth, I have to say, I'm glad you're handling this as well as you are." Psychologist Sweets sat in his recliner with Booth and Bones on the couch in front of him.
"What do you mean, Sweets?" Booth asked. He remembered everything about the psychologist, about his nosiness and the experiments he secretly tried between the two partners.
"I mean, if you were in the right state of mind, like your usual self, then you would probably be pacing back and forth."
"Why would I do that?" Unfortunately, Booth didn't quite remember everything about himself. To tell the truth, he did want to pace, and as he spoke he got up and did just that.
"You like to be in control of things. It's just your way. See, I bet you didn't even know you got up and started pacing when I said that was what you would usually do."
Booth didn't even know what the psychologist was talking about until he looked down at his feet. As he did, he remembered something else, something important. He sat down with a thump, eyes wide.
"Oh my God. OhmyGodohmyGodohmyGod." That was all he said for a minute or two, trying to get his thoughts together. "That's wild. That's nuts. Damn, what a memory to spring on someone. Are you crazy?" He addressed Bones, suddenly sharp and alert, almost panicky. "Me? Why me?"
"What is it, Booth? What do you remember? What are you talking about?" But Temperance Brennan had a feeling she already knew what was going to come out of Booth's mouth, and she braced her scientific mind for an emotional breakdown from her spiritually lost partner.
"A baby? You, with a baby, with me? Me? I have one son that I only half remember, and now this smashes down over my head?" He shook his head. "Talk about your epiphanies. Jeez, that came outta nowhere. Why didn't anyone tell me?" He held his head in his hands. "Oh my God. I remember Stewie from Family Guy talking to me out of the frickin' TV. I shut it off and unplugged it and he still came back. Why won't he go away?"
"Booth, I need you to look at me. Calm down, Booth. Hey, you're ok." Sweets calmed him down, his own heart racing from the current events.
"Is he ok, Sweets?" Bones asked, not knowing as much about psychological things than him, though she hated to admit it.
"Yeah, he'll be all right. Just let him… rest." Booth had conked out right on the couch.
Hours later, Booth woke up in Sweets' office on the couch.
"What the…" He got up and went out to the hallway where Bones, Sweets and the others were talking. "Bones? Guys? How did I get in Sweets' office? And what the hell is going on?"