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They ran as fast as possible towards the gates. With less than hour until the gates were sealed shut, they had to hurry. However, the occupants of hell weren't that willing to let them go so easily. They dodged through the passages, left and right, and finally after the long journey, the gates were finally in sight. With a burst of speed they grew closer to the gates, as they slowly began to close. Suddenly, Brennan tripped and cried out.

"My foot is stuck!"

Booth came running back to help her, but it was futile. The rock nor her foot moved. He glanced back at the gate; it was halfway closed. He whipped out his gun and shot the rock, shattering it. Brennan managed to get out and together they managed to make it outside. They collasped on the ground just as the gates connected with a loud clang. Michael and Elzix disappearedMinutes later, the two of them were finally able to breathe normally and they looked around.

They stared at the land around them in awe. They weren't looking at the desert that they had been in previously, but instead a large grassy plain, with trees and bushes scattered around, seemingly random. They were still in Arizona; the mountains told them that. The area was so full of life. It was completely different.

Booth and Brennan started to make their way back to the town. After about a half hour of walking, she asked, "Why did you come back to help me? You could have been stuck down there."

Booth glanced at her, "We came down there for you, and there was no way I was going to ever leave without you. I made a promise to you that I would never leave you, and I intend to keep that promise."

She gave him a small smile and placed her hand on his arm, "Thanks."

Suddenly, the moment was ruined by the insistant ringing of Booth's cellphone. He looked at the caller I.D. and sighed when he saw it was Angela. He answered it and put it on speaker phone.

"What is it, Angela?"

"I have heard from either of you in the past 24 hours and I've been unable to reach you in the past five hours!"

"It's been a little crazy," Brennan told her.

"Good crazy or bad crazy?"

"A lot more bad than good," Booth replied.

"Was there something you wanted to tell us, Ange?"

She sighed, "I just wanted to make sure you both were okay. Apparently earlier yesterday, most of the entire world was poisoned. No one knows where it came from. Thankfully, it disappeared just as fast as it came."

"World-wide poisoning?" Booth glanced up worriedly at Brennan.

She thought for a minute, "It was on the news last night before Teldramyst showed up. If I had to guess, it was probably Wormwood's ashes that poisoned everyone. He did seem to enjoy poisoning people. I mean look what he did to me!"

"Whoa!" Angela interrupted. "Who did what to you?"

"It's a long story. We'll fill you in when we get back."

"Which will be?"

"Soon, Ange. I promise."


--A few days later--

Angela stared at her two friends in complete shock. So much had happened with them. They found Brennan was an angel that had premonitions, and had died. Booth had come close to dying as well. Then the talk of demons, fallen angels and Judgment day just blew her over the edge.

Hodgins just thought it was something the government had been covering up for hundreds of years. However, when they mentioned the number 23, he had been doing nothing but writing something in a notebook.

Zach was sceptic at first but Brennan completely believed what had happened to her. He wasn't going to completley believe it, even though he trusted his mentor, however, the mention that she was having her body sent to the Jeffersonian for burial, made him change his mind.

"Done!" Hodgins cried out in excitement.

Everyone glanced at his paper and all they saw were a bunch of numbers. Thankfully for them, he began to explain.

"You said that this Wormwood guy was obsessed with the number 23, and I remember watching this movie about it. Many people are obsessed with the number and I decided to do a little bit of math. The theory is that every signifigant event, date, name and time is connected to the number 23."

"So what exactly did you do?" Brennan asked him.

"I took all of our names, big events in history, I even connected Gormogon to the number 23!"

Suddenly everything on that paper made more sense.

"Let me show you Gormogon first. A through Z corresponds to the numbers 1 through 26. Gormogon- 7/15/18/13/15/7/15/14. 7+1+8+1+3+7+1+5+1+438 Gormogon has 8 letters. 38/8 4.75. 4x7 28, 28-5 23." He tossed his hands in the air. "King of the lab!"

Angela shook her head, "You, my dear husband to be, are crazy."

He grinned, "But that's what you love about me."