A few days pass and they don't have any luck locating Temperance's captor. Against Seeley's wishes Temperance decides to leave the house. He takes her to see Sweets. With his infant daughter in his arms he waits patiently in the waiting room with Temperance. Sweets calls her in, and Seeley stays put. Temperance crosses the threshold into Dr. Lance Sweet's office. She sits down on his couch as he closes the door behind her. Sweets quietly sits down in his chair and flips through some papers. With a pen in hand Sweets begins.

"How are you doing?"

"Why do people keep asking that?"

"I think..."

"No I mean people know what happened, they know that I was kidnaped."

"Right."

"So why do they ask? Obviously I'm not ok."

"Does that bother you?"

"I don't know should it?"

"You seem very angry."

"Yeah I am."

"Why?"

"I don't like to be the victim. I don't want to be a victim. I'm not weak, but I let someone control me."

"I don't think that you let anything happen."

"Not at first, but eventually I sort of just gave up."

"How?"

"At some point you realize that it's easier to give in than it is to fight."

"And at what point was that?"

"I don't know. Days seemed like years, and months seemed like decades. I'd sleep, and lay there, and... time is an enigma when there is no timepiece of any sort."

"Describe where you were."

"A basement I think. It was cold, and gross."

"Where did you sleep?"

"On a cot."

"What was in the room?"

"A light, a blanket, a pillow. There was a spigot with a tub, a wash cloth, a bar of soap, and a toothbrush. There was toothpaste, and a plastic container."

"What was in the container?"

"The wash cloth, soap, toothpaste, and toothbrush."

"That's it?"

"Yes."

"Was there a lock?"

"There was a locking mechanism."

"Meaning?"

"There was a keypad. I tried to figure out the code, I saw him punch it in once, but he changed it."

"What was it like?"

"I..."

"I read that when the nurse asked you your name you told her that you were nobody. Is that right?"

"I don't remember, probably."

"Why would you tell her that?"

"Eventually you can be convinced that you're anyone, or noone."

"Meaning?"

"If someone asked you your name what would you say?"

"Lance Sweets."

"Or Lance, or Dr. Sweets?"

"Yeah why?"

"It's wrong."

"What?"

"Every time I told him my name he would tell me I was wrong."

"I don't understand."

"Every time that I would say the wrong thing I would get punished."

"How?"

"Different ways."

"Like?"

Flashback

She's staring at her captor. She sits on her cot hoping that he won't bother her this time. He walks up to her and stands in front of her. She stares at his black sneakers.

"Look at meཀ" he demands.

She doesn't. He pulls her hair until her eyes look at his face. "When I tell you to do something you will do it. You're mine. I own you."

She says nothing. She tries to stay strong but she allows a tear to escape. "Who are you?" he asks her.

"Dr. Temperance Brennan."

He hits her square in the jaw with a pair of brass knuckles she hears her jaw crack. Weak from lack of food and water she can do nothing, nothing except weep, and beg. "Please don't," she asks passively.

"Who are you?"

"I..."

He bends down and looks at her eye to eye. He wraps his hands around her windpipe. "Wrong. You're nobody."

When she's gasping for air he lets go. She gasps and tries her hardest to regain normal breathing. "Who are you?" he asks her again.

Still trying to catch her breath she's unable to answer. He pulls out a knife and holds it to her throat. "Are you going to answer me? Who are you?"

She can feel the cold steel blade pressed against her jugular. She can feel her pulse angrily race against the sharp edge of the blade. Submissively she answers, "I'm nobody."

The blade releases and her body relaxes a micrometer.

"You are someone. You know that right?"

"I'm not sure what I know anymore," she answers softly.

"You are someone. You're sort of a big deal."

"Yeah that's what I used to think."

"Not anymore?"

"I'm just a woman who allowed a man to control her."

"Did you eat?"

"What?"

"Did he feed you?"

"Sometimes."

"How often?"

"I don't know."

"Did he give you anything to drink?"

"Water. He'd bring me a bottle of water."

"How often?"

"Not enough. I was always thirsty I couldn't..."

"It's ok to talk about this."

"I'm not ok with it."

"That's ok."

"Sweets I... this is I don't know how I'm supposed to deal with this. I don't have the time to deal with this. I have a baby who needs me that I..."

"You have to make time to deal with this. Your daughter needs you, she needs you to be healthy."

"But what if I can't be?"

"You will be."

"How can you be sure?"

"Was there ever anyone else?"

"No. But I don't think I was the only one."

"The only one of his victims?"

"The only one there."

"In that room?"

"In that basement."

"Why do you think that?"

"When the door would open I could hear chains."

"Were you chained?"

"No. He would handcuff me sometimes, but he didn't chain me."

"Do you think that there were other women?"

"Probably. I think that at least one of them was dead."

"Why do you think that?"

"When I first got there something was rotting."

"Like an animal?"

"I don't think so."

"Maybe you could describe him to Angela."

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"He wore a bandanna."

"Oh..."

"All I could see was his eyes and forehead."

"Angela is really talented maybe she could..."

"Yeah maybe."

"It's ok if you don't want to though."

"It's not ok. None of this is ok. I don't know what's going on in my own head, my own life."

"That's ok."

"No it's not. Suddenly I'm back here, like things are the way they used to be, but they aren't. I have a child and... I just don't think I can do this."

"So because you think that you can't do it you're going to give up?"

"I don't know. I'd certainly like to."

"But you can't."

"I know, but..."

"What?"

"I have a child, a daughter who needs me, but I just don't know how to be there. It's hard to focus on the good when I can't get the bad out of my head. I don't know what I think, or what I'm supposed to think, or who I am. I didn't want children, but I can't just walk away from her. I love her, I do, but it's hard. I look at her, and all I can think is what might have been. If I was still there would..."

"You will get through this,"he promises her.

"How?"

"You're strong. A lot stronger than you think. And you have the undying love an support of those around you."

"I know."

"This is a lot for one day if you want..."

"I want to feel safe in my own home."

"You have to put it behind you," he tells her.

"I don't know how."