Dear Journal/Sweets,

Booth and Brennan were an inch away from death. Again.

Apparently, there's this machine thing that shattered Dr. Sidman's bones. Milton, the murderer, locked Booth and Brennan in it and turned it on. It should have melted their brains in seconds, but Brennan knew they had to make high-pitched noises to combat the machine, and then, Booth shot the window in the door. Dr. Collar heard the shots and saved them.

Thank God.

After that, they caught Milton. But I was thinking about what would happen if Dr. Collar hadn't heard Booth's shots. What would I do without them? What would any of us do without them? Of course, I'd go back to different foster homes for four more years, but I've had this vision of being able to visit, like before. Would I, without Booth and Brenn?

Will I anyway?

I guess the important thing is to be glad that they're all right and stop thinking about the What-Ifs. I need to just focus on the Right Now.

We're at the Founding Fathers and Brennan is saying something about intelligence. I think I should probably listen.

Lily