"Cam?"
"Hm?" she answers weakly.
"Brennan..."
"She was there."
"I know. I watched the security footage. She was with you in the elevator."
"She delivered him."
"She delivered a baby? I find that very hard to believe."
"She seemed to know exactly what to expect, which I thought was unusual."
"I called her, but she hung up on me."
"I'm sure that she'll call when she's ready to talk."
"The EMT said that you wanted to name the baby Brennan."
"Yes," she nods.
"Do you think that she's hiding something? She rushed out of the Jeffersonian like she was on fire."
"Maybe she had a date."
"She just got back in town."
"How do we know that? We haven't heard from her."
"Angela I'm sure that she didn't have a date."
"So what then? And why would she rush me off the phone."
"What time did you call her?"
"Midnight."
"She was probably sleeping."
"But it was more than that. I could barely hear her, and she answered after the first ring, like she didn't want someone to hear."
"Maybe she has someone there with her."
"Maybe I should stop by her apartment."
"Uh huh."
"You should rest. You've got a baby to take care of when you get out of here."
"And a teenager," Cam adds.
"At least they're on the same schedule."
"How do you figure?"
"They'll probably both be up all night."
"They can be up all night together, and I can sleep."
Michelle returns to the hospital less than an hour later, and Angela leaves. She drives across town to Temperance's apartment. She knocks on the door. She waits for a few seconds. The door opens, and Angela stares at the woman before her in utter confusion.
"Do I know you?" she questions.
"I'm looking for Temperance Brennan."
"She doesn't live here anymore. I've been here for six months."
"Ok, thank you. Sorry to bother you," Angela apologizes.
When she reaches her car she dials Temperance's number. The phone rings once and Temperance answers.
"Hello?" she says quietly.
"Where are you?"
"I'm at home."
"And where would that be exactly? I just stopped by your apartment, and you're not there."
"Sorry?"
"Where are you?"
"Why does it matter?"
"Because I want to see you."
"Why don't I meet you for breakfast at the diner."
"You don't want me to know where you live? Why are you acting so weird? Is there a guy involved?"
"There's not a guy involved."
"So then why can't I come see you?"
"It would be easier for me to come to you. I don't want you to have to drive all the way here."
"All the way here? Where are you?"
"I'm at home."
"So why did you say all the way here? Where is all the way here?"
"Edgewood."
"Edgewood? You're living in Edgewood? Give the address..."
"I'm not giving you the address."
"Give it to me or I'll look it up. I'm coming to see you whether or not you like it."
"Fine. The address is 2626 6th Street NE."
"I'll be there in twenty minutes," Angela tells her.
"If you say so," she hangs up.
Angela parks in front of the brick house, that's next to the brick house that looks exactly the same. She kills the engine, and gets out of the car. She steps onto the sidewalk, and heads towards the house that Temperance has described. She checks the address on the mail slot next to the door. She pushes the doorbell, but nothing happens. She raises her hand to knock but the door opens before she can do so.
Temperance stands before her in a t-shirt and jeans.
"You look... relaxed," Angela comments.
Temperance ushers her in, shutting the door behind her.
"Would you like a cup of tea?"
"No I'm fine," Angela answers as she plops down on the overstuffed couch.
Temperance takes a seat in the arm chair adjacent to her. Angela studies her for a few moments before she speaks again.
"You look exhausted. How have you been? How was Ohio? Why are you living in Edgewood? It's so... boring."
"Sorry to bore you, but I needed a little bit of a backyard."
"For what?"
"For Jasper," she answers.
"Jasper? Who's Jasper? Your dog?"
"The pig," she answers.
"You have a pig? A pet pig?"
"Yes, he's very sweet."
"You're serious?"
"Yes. I rescued him."
"So you went to Ohio, and rescued a pig? What else did you do?"
"Wrote a book."
"You wrote a book and rescued a pig? That's it?"
"The book needs your help."
"I'll be glad to lend a hand. So what was it like?"
"Relaxing. I lived on a farm."
"A farm? With animals?"
"With Jasper, and the horses."
"Horses? You had horses?"
"I have horses."
"You have horses?"
"I own horses. I own the farm that they're on."
"Who's taking care of them?"
"I'm renting the house, and the horses are leased to a couple of 4-h girls."
"People lease horses?"
"Yep."
"Ok," Angela nods.
"How is Cam?"
"Stable."
"And the baby?"
"Brennan is fine."
"Brennan?"
"She was going to name him Cooper, but decided to name him Brennan instead."