Evangeline Carter's eyes snapped open as she sat up with a start. As she looked around her all she could see was trees. She couldn't tell where she was or what was going on. There was the faint smell of smoke, but she didn't think much of it.

The sound of cars pulling up and car doors slamming drew her back down to reality. All her speculations about where she was and how she had gotten there were gone. She knew she had to get out to the people.

Clawing her way through the trees Evie made her way out to the sounds of voices.

"A weak government will always spawn mutiny and rebellion." A woman said.

Evie thought about it for a second. The voice sounded familiar. Although she wasn't sure how.

"You don't believe in human decency under any circumstances?" A man responded.

His voice was also familiar to her. Although it the same, she had no knowledge of why.

"Not as a means of controlling a population, no." The woman said again. "The result would be anarchy."

"I have to say I agree with the pretty lady on this one." A different man said. "Without the strong arms of the law, we're animals. Sheriff Gus Abrams, thank you for coming out here."

That voice wasn't familiar to Evie. She continued to make her way out of the trees hoping to be able to catch a glimpse of the people she was hearing.

"What caused the fire?" The woman asked.

"Well, it could be arson." The second man, the sheriff responded. "The fire boys say they didn't find any sign of an accelerant. The source of the flame looks like a lit candle."

Evie stepped out from the trees to see a house, burnt completely to the ground. On the remaining floor of the house stood three people. There were two people closer to her, walking around a rock path on the outside of the house.

"Was someone killed?" The woman asked.

"Well that's why we asked for you people." The sheriff expressed.

As Evie looked at the people who were in and around the house she gasped. She recognised them. They were people she never expected to see. People who were fictional to her. The whole scenario was fictional. But then again it wasn't.

At the sound of the gasp the man and woman on the perimeter of the house turned to look in the direction the noise came from. Evie ducked behind a tree not wanting to be seen yet.

She now realised that the man and woman who had been debating were Dr Temperance Brennan and Agent Seeley Booth. The man and woman who were on the perimeter of the house, the ones that had almost caught her, were Angela Montenegro and Dr Jack Hodgins.

"Okay," Booth said, "Is that real, Bones?"

"Yes." Brennan, responded.

"I was hoping 'no.'" The sheriff added.

"The bones were already dry and de-fleshed prior to the fire." Brennan explained. "The victim was elderly, female. Oh."

"'Oh'? Wait, you usually don't say 'oh.'" Booth said looking up from his notepad and at Brennan.

"It was an indication of my surprise." Brennan responded.

"Well, I know that, but why?" Booth countered.

"The bones have been rearticulated." Brennan explained as she looked between Booth and the hand of the skeleton.

"Is that bad?" The sheriff asked.

"The skeleton has been reassembled, quite amateurishly." Brennan explained. "See how the right ulna has been placed with the left radius?"

"Yeah, shoddy." Booth said sarcastically not actually seeing what Brennan was pointing out. "That's shoddy work."

"Hey, guys?" Angela called out to her friends.

"Yeah?" Booth responded.

"Uh, Hodgins noticed that there's a path all the way around the house." She explained as she motioned to the path at the perimeter.

"And Angela noticed that it was a circle." Hodgins explained.

"Looks like it acted like a firebreak." Booth examined.

"Also dusted with some fine powder." Hodgins said examining the powder.

The crowing of crows distracted them from the particulates.

"Oh, those are crows." The sheriff explained. "You city people may not be familiar."

"Crows are carrion birds, Sheriff." Brennan explained moving closer to the area the crows were circling. "They scavenge for the fresh kill."

As Brennan began making her way towards the crows the others began to follow. Seeing as everyone was moving away from her Evie decided to make her way out from the trees.

"Uh-oh, when she starts flapping her elbows like that, she's hot on the trail for something." Booth said mocking Brennan as he followed her.

"Well, I don't want to think about what she's after." Angela said as she made her way through the house.

As they all made their way to the crows they started to see a skull. It appeared to be covered in some form of plasticky substance, trapped under the fallen walls of the house.

"Booth?" Brennan called as she looked at the body.

"Yeah?" He responded. "Okay, oh." He said after Brennan pointed out the body to him.

He bent over and began to pull the pieces of wood off of the body. Once he arrived, Hodgins began to help. When they had finished they were left with a body, all burnt with a plasticky substance attached to it. However, the one strange thing that Evie noticed was that the body was wearing bright red shoes which appeared to have been untouched by the fire.

"Don't say it." Angela said to Hodgins.

"Oh, I've got to." He responded.

But before he could, Evie who had made her way all the way around the house until she was almost facing the small party said, "We aren't in Kansas anymore."

Before the party could look over towards the location that the strange voice had come from the shoes began to shrivel up and bend in towards the body.

"Woah, okay." Booth said. "I don't like it when dead things move. Did you see that? It was moving there."

After the shock of the shrivelling shoes everyone turned their attention towards the voice who had interrupted Hodgins.

Before them stood a girl no older than 16. Her dark hair, full of leaves, was a mess of frizzy curls across her shoulders.

"I couldn't let Hodgins have all the fun." Evie said as she smiled up at the group looking at her.

They looked at her confused as to how she knew Hodgins' name. After a small debate Booth decided it would be best if he brought her back to the FBI for questioning seeing as she was at a crime scene and had a strange knowledge of who they were.

Evie as frightened as Booth dragged her through the J. Edgar Hoover Building. She had no idea where he was taking her or what he was going to do to her.

After a short walk and many twists and turns they arrived at a door. Without even a knock Booth opened the door. Inside sat a young man at a desk.

"Sweets," Booth said to the man.

At the sound of Booth's voice Sweets turned around rather quickly.

"I need you to work some shrinky magic on this one." Booth said to him as he thrust Evie forward. "Found her at the crime scene and she seemed to know who we were."

"You can't just do this Booth." Sweets explained.

"Not my problem." Booth said as he left the office.

Evie looked at the man in front of her. She didn't want to talk to him. She didn't know him. She knew of him, who he was, but it didn't make it any easier.

"Why don't you take a seat," Sweets said to the clearly frightened girl. "I'll be over in moment."

Evie walked over to the couch and sat down softly. The whole room terrified her. She didn't want to be there. She just wanted to go home.

"So, what happened." He asked her after sitting in the seat across from here.

Evie looked at him. She knew that he wouldn't tell anyone anything she told him, but she was scared of everything that she knew.

"I don't know." She answered as she knew it was the only truly honest answer she could give.

"Okay." He responded looking at her in confusion. "Let's start with something simpler. What's your name?"

"Evangeline Carter." She told him.

"Okay Miss Carter," He said, "Do you know how you got to the crime scene?"

"Call me Evie," She told him, "And no, I have no idea how I ended up there. Last I remember I was walking home from school. It was late. Lights appeared. Then darkness."

Evie was terrified. She had an idea of what had happened, but she was scared of her theory. If what she thought was true, the life she knew was gone. She was dead in the world she knew. And somehow her death had thrown her into this world. A world where she knew the outcome of the situation.

"So, you don't know how you got to the crime scene?" Sweets asked. "Or what happened to you?"

Evie shook her head. Everything was a blur to her.

"I don't want to be here." She said getting antsy. "I want to go home. Although I know I can't. I can never go home."

"What do you mean you can never go home?" Sweets asked her, now scared of what happened to the girl.

"If I tell you this you can never tell anyone." She said, "Not even if they ask."

He just nodded a little frightened by the girl.

"The last thing I remember was walking home from school." She started her story, "I was walking home, it was dark. I'd stayed late at school to finish up some work. As I was walking I saw lights come from beside me and then everything went dark. When I opened my eyes, I was in the trees beside the house. I don't know how I got there and I don't know how long I was there."

Evie sighed as Sweets sat there trying to take in everything she had said.

After waiting a moment Evie decided she needed to continue. "I believe I died. When I was walking home. And when I died I was thrown out of the world I knew and into this one. One that I believed to be fictional up until this point."

"Fictional?" Sweets questioned concerned now that she was making up a story.

"I believe I have been thrown into a world that I perceived as a television series." Evie tried to explain. "It may not see that bad, as if I've gotten what everyone wants, but I would rather be dead than be here. I would rather be dead than have to live a life where I know what is going to happen to those around me and not be able to stop it for fear of altering too much."

"You seemed stressed." Sweets said not knowing how else to respond to her claims.

"You don't believe me." She said slouching back into her seat. "I didn't think you would. Doesn't change the fact that I know about the scars on your back. Or that I know you proposed to Daisy because you realised how short life can be. Or that you are going to turn your failed attempt at writing a book about Brennan and Booth into a love story because that is the only thing that you can see that book becoming."

"How did you…?"

"I told you. You just didn't believe me."

"What else do you know?"

"More than you could ever dream of. But I can't tell you. I need to work out what's worth doing on my own. I need to earn the trust of the others by myself. I can't have you vouching for me because you know the truth. And the truth must stay between us."

"So you know how the cases are going to go?"

"Yes, I do."

"So you can help us."

"I can't make it too easy for you."

Evie sat down at the bar of the diner beside Sweets. She wasn't impressed with being there, but Booth had insisted that she stay with Sweets. Sweets on the other hand didn't want to stay cooped up in his office so Evie had had to come with him to the diner, and anywhere else he wished to go while this case was in action.

"You know that sheriff out in Podunk was a decent guy." Booth said to the three he was sitting with. "I'm sure Hodgins getting arrested – really good reason."

"So, I've been thinking about dead cats." Sweets began.

"That doesn't seem like a good use of your time." Brennan told him.

"Witches, the bad kind, use animal sacrifices in their spells. Black cats are particularly meaningful."

"I told Sweets that the developer saw a dead cat on the victim's dining room table before he went bald." Booth explained.

"What's the connection?" Brennan asked.

"He thinks that she put a spell on him." Booth continued.

"You should talk to their local coven." Sweets suggested.

"Wait a second." Booth said in shock. "There's a local coven?"

"Uh-huh," Sweets answered, "The Circle of Moonwick."

"You said that Wiccans were good, whereas the victim was bad." Brennan countered.

"Yeah, they're probably competing for the same eye of newt." Booth joked.

"No, Wiccan ceremonies honour nature and the sanctity of life above all else." Brennan explained not getting the joke. "They don't use eye of newt."

"Okay, tonight is their Waning Moon Ceremony." Sweets explained. "Now, logged into their Web site, using the name Lilith82. I, uh, I got directions."

"Witches have Web sites?" Booth asked as he reached for the directions.

"Gotta love the Internet, huh?" Sweets stated.

"So, witch hunt tonight?" Booth asked.

"Alright." Brennan answered.

"If you bring the candles, I'll bring the broomstick." Booth joked once more.

Evie knew her presence was an inconvenience, so she knew that she should try to help whenever she could. So when Sweets needed to deliver a massive stack of files to Booth's office she thought it would be best for her to help.

"Cheri Byrd was a dark witch, perhaps even a Satanist." Sweets explained.

"Yeah, well, the Wiccans seemed really afraid of her." Booth countered before realising Sweets and Evie were going to dump all the files in his office. "What is all this?"

"Well I found the transcripts of the Salem Witch Trials." Sweets continued. "I thought maybe we could identify the remains that Cheri Byrd dressed up in the wedding dress. Check that out."

"'Prudence Sullivan, female.'" Booth read, "'48 years of age, of small stature with back bent as though burdened by great weight of guilt'?"

"Guilt." Sweets finished alongside Booth.

"Yeah, it sort of matches Dr. Brennan's description, right?" Sweets said excited with his find. "Check this out."

"Old, short, hunched over." Booth said sarcastically. "Sounds like every other witch."

"No, no, no, that's a stereotype." Sweets said before asking, "48 is old?"

"Well, it was back then." Booth explained. "I can't believe you got all this stuff."

"Okay, trust me, a Salem witch doesn't just show up in Maryland." Sweets reasoned. "Her grave was robbed for a reason. I know my witches, alright?"

"Sorry. Uh, just put it down. Relax. Slow down. Just sit."

"I did so…" Sweets attempted to explain as he started to drop the books everywhere.

Booth attempted to shush the younger man.

"So much reading." Sweets finished

Evie chased Sweets up the street towards the diner. She assumed he was going to meet Booth and Brennan, so she wanted to keep up with him.

"So, I think I've identified our skeleton bride." Sweets said as he reached the table that Booth and Brennan sat at.

"Look at that!" Booth said as Sweets sat down next to Brennan.

Evie, realising she had no other choice, walked around the table to sit beside Booth, much to his distaste.

"You identified human remains?" Brennan asked him surprised at his certainty.

"Dr. Brennan," Sweets said, pleased with himself. "You mentioned that the woman was subjected to a form of torture know as 'pressing,' right?"

"Yes." Brennan responded. "That's how I surmised we were dealing with the remains of a Salem witch."

"In fact, only one Salem witch died as a result of pressing." Sweets explained.

"Well, one female, there's an 80-year-old man…" Evie started,

"You don't," Sweets said realising how Booth and Brennan were looking at Evie. "You don't care about the old man, do you?"

"Emily Quimby died November 1692." Booth read.

"Buried in Salem in unconsecrated ground, of course," Sweets continues "But her grave was robbed six months ago."

"You think the victim dug up the old witch's bones to increase her own power?" Brennan asked.

"Absolutely." Sweets confirmed.

"This is interesting but not pertinent to the case."

"Wait for it." Sweets said.

"Wait for it." Booth added "Here it is."

"Upon finding Emily Quimby's grave, I, uh, researched her family tree, and there's a 16-generation remove, but look." Sweets held up the family tree he'd been looking at.

"Mary Harden Trent." Booth read from the tree.

"Direct descendant." Sweets stated.

"Why is that name familiar?" Brennan asked.

"Mary Harden Trent is a member of the Circle of Moonwick Coven." Sweets explained. "Her witch name is 'Ember.'"

"Oh, digging up great-grandma is not the worst motive for murder I've heard." Booth explained.

Being at the Jeffersonian in the lab was strange to Evie. She had never imagined she would be there.

"Dr Brennan." Clark Edison said to his mentor. "I finally got the results back on the powder Dr Hodgins collected on the pathway around the victim's house."

"Oh, the circular path." Sweets said, "Yeah, yeah. Usually the person standing inside the circle is safe from the dark forces. In this case, oddly, everything inside the circle was destroyed."

"So, the powder was…" Clark started.

"Angela isn't here for a computer recreation, so we have to make do." Brenna said cutting Clark off. "Please hold 1 and 4 in the proper position. Sweets, it's bilateral. Do the same. Booth believes a witch named Ember to be the killer, but the victim was a large heavily muscled woman."

"But Ember wasn't strong enough?" Clark asked.

"I observed her in the woods." Brennan continued. "She and the other Wiccans were standing in a circle taking turns with their ceremonial object. These stab marks…reflect a similar pattern. Now these injuries…are clustered. Five groupings of three."

"So a total of 15 strikes." Clark stated.

"In the same pattern as the dots on the chimney." Sweets realised. "It's a pentagram. It's an ancient Wiccan symbol that stands for solidarity – some say sisterhood."

"There are 15 women in the Circle of Moonwick." Brenna stated. "Ember alone wasn't the killer. The entire coven took part."

"No, they're Wiccans, though." Sweets attempted to counter. "They're white witches. They stand for goodness."

"What if they were stoned out of their minds?" Evie asked, hoping that she would lead them down the right path.

"Look, the powder on the path is called Secale Cereale: rye flour." Clark realised what Evie was referring to and connected it to the evidence. "And it's infested with the fungus Claviceps Purpurea."

"Formed in the ergot stage of fungal development." Brennan continued. "It's hallucinogenic, the natural substance from which LSD is derived."

"Yes, it was used for ceremonial purposes for centuries ago in Salem." Sweets further explained. "Some people think that the exact same substance was responsible for the hysteria surrounding the Witch Trials in the first place."

"Those naked ladies were tripping." Evie added.

"Add that to their rituals, they may have thought the demon they were slaying was real." Sweets finished.

Evie smiled to herself as they figured out what happened. She was glad they had worked it out. Although she knew they would eventually she much preferred they do it earlier.

As Sweets and Brennan started making their way out in order to meet Booth, Evie decided not to follow. She knew she wouldn't be allowed to stay with them when they were talking to the witches.

Evie sat alone in Brennan's office just waiting. She didn't know if anyone would come back her. In all honesty she didn't really care. She would just as happily sleep on the couch in the office considering she was more likely than not, going to be sleeping on Sweets' couch again.

Sleeping on a couch didn't faze her that much. She was small, so she was able to fit.

As she looked at everything around her she realised how much everything had changed in the past few days. Her whole life had been turned upside down. She wondered what would have happened if she had gone home from school at the normal time, with everyone else.

Would she still be at home with her family?

Would she still be trying to complete all her work on time?

Would she still be trying to figure out all the workings of the editing software she was required to use?

Evie wasn't happy with what had happened. She also wasn't upset about it. She felt completely indifferent.

She knew that knowing what would come would be difficult. She knew that not being able to save all the people she wanted would be hard. Not preventing everything bad from happening would be hard. But she had no other choice.

She picked up one of the books and began to read it. Although none of it made sense to her she tried to grasp the basic concept of what she was reading.

"I never picked you as one to be interested in anthropology." Sweets said from the doorway.

"I don't understand this." She said putting the book down. "I'm merely reading to pass the time."

"I'm heading home now." He told her, "You coming?"

Evie looked shocked at his question. She hadn't expected him to let her stay.

"But I thought…" She stuttered.

"You don't have anywhere else to go, do you?" He asked.

She shook her head. "Where's a 16-year-old from another time gonna go?"

"Well until you can find somewhere there's always my couch." He told her.

Evie smiled at him before getting up and following him out.