Or maybe not. It was about midnight, some people were asleep, or simply holding each other, glad everything was over. Booth sat thinking, still haunted by what he had done. But his mind was at ease, he had done the right thing, others had assured him of that. Everyone seemed so happy, but also sad. However horrid and terrifying Broadsky had been, it doesn't change the fact they were all in the room he was shot dead in.

A beeping sound filled the air, loud and high pitched. Angela and Hodgen's stirred awake. Everyone looked at each other. Harrison curled close to Booth. No one knew what the noise was; it seemed to be coming from the outside wall, about where Broadsky had came through the window.

Suddenly it hit Booth, he knew the noise from the war; a bomb about to go off. Once again he had that sensation that time had stopped, as he thought deeply. Broadsky, how could Booth be so stupid? Broadsky had planted a bomb before he had come in, in case something went wrong. And now it was about to go off, when Booth's family and friends were all in the room.

"Get out! OUT!" he screamed. Then the confusion started. People panicked, they didn't know what was happening. Some were still groggy from drink or sleep. Some didn't really believe the danger. "RUN! OUTSIDE NOW!"

Booth knew there was no hope of getting everyone out and away in time. But he hoped to help by getting them as far away as he could. But people weren't ready, it was the middle of the night and only a few people understood the danger. He heard the beeping change pitch, five seconds left. He glanced around at the wall, where he knew the bomb was.

How big was it? How dangerous? Would the radiation kill them all anyway? His mind flicked to neighbours, people who didn't even know about what was going on. Two doors down a woman had just had a baby. She had only left hospital yesterday, would that baby have a life beyond these few seconds?

As Booth brought his focus back to the living room, he almost collapsed at what he saw. He knew Bones knew of the danger, but Harrison didn't. His son was at the wall, listening to the beeping. Booth screamed at his wife, who was desperately trying to pull their son away, and at his son, to run. Everyone needed to run, he did too, but he ran the wrong way. Still wanting to be a hero, he ran to his family. But he barely made it two feet, when the explosion rocked the house. Everyone screamed and ran as flames and smoke shot upwards. The wall was on fire. A beam from the ceiling fell on top of Booth as he groped for his wife and son. He just saw them shrieking as the flames engulfed him. Then the world went black.