The silence was starting to get to Sweets. He needed to do something. "Brother bought a coconut, he bought it for a dime. His sister had another one, she paid it for a lime. She put the lime in the coconut, she drank them both up. She put the lime in the coconut, she drank them both up."

The words kept coming, but they weren't helping. It suddenly made him realize how utterly alone he was.

"She c-called the doctor, woke him up, and said 'D-doctor, ain't there n-nothing I can take.' I say, 'D-doctor t-to relieve this b-belly ache.'"

That's when his dull little flashlight went out.

"Now l-let me g-get this straight."

'Ya, let me get this straight. I'm singing to myself in the dark buried underground just to keep my sanity long enough for people to find me. What if no one does find me? Are my last words going to be 'You put the lime in the coconut'?'

"Put the lime in the coconut, you drank them both up. P-put the lime in the coconut you drank them both up."

'Get a hold of yourself, Sweets! Singing is not going to get you anywhere. You need to pretend to be Doctor Brennan and Hodgins! Ya! That'll work! They escaped. So did Booth! Okay, so Booth said he escaped with the hallucination of his old army buddy. Do you have an old army buddy? No. Do you have any old friends? Nope. How about old friends in the family? Nada. Okay then… New friends? … …'

"P-put the lime in the c-coconut, drink them both t-together. Put the lime in t-the coconut and then you f-feel better."

Suddenly a light turned off. It was one of those things that you didn't realize was there until it stopped. It had been red. What now?

He tried to bring his knees up to his chest as best he could. But the lyrics to his favorite song kept coming out of his mouth. He blamed it on nerves. Blamed it on whoever had put him down here. Blamed it on the Klingons. He even blamed Darth Maul for killing Qui Gon Jin. And then he blamed the drugs that were in his system that were making his thoughts not make any sense. It was nice when your thoughts flowed together smoothly. Like the bench he saw that had a sign on it that said "reserved for Forest Gump." Ya, that was entertaining. And then he was suddenly glad that he wasn't wearing a red shirt. The mixture of supporting character and a red shirt always meant imminent death.

He groaned and shut his eyes. He just wanted to be out of here. He wanted to be fully clothed and warm. He wanted Daisy. He wanted his friends. He wanted popcorn.

'Everyone knows who's the weakest link in the chain. You testify at my appeal and I'm gonna walk.'

No. Heather Taffet was dead. She wasn't the one that was holding him here. Hot tears rushed to his eyes. He wiped them away furiously. Now wasn't the time to cry. He reached for the other item that was with him in the coffin. A tape recorder.

He hit record. "Um… This is Doctor Lance Sweets." He gave a nervous laugh. "Well I'm… I'm underground… buried alive… or at least I think I am." Sweets thought about it for a moment. "Ya, I'm definitely buried alive. Um… Something happened to my shoulder and there's this annoying clicking in my collarbone that really hurts. Ya… I'm on drugs. Um… I don't really remember anything except being at the Founding Fathers. Booth was there… I think." He hit the record button again. "Gah! This is useless!" he yelled in frustration. Talking into a recording device wasn't going to get him anywhere.

He felt around and grabbed hold of the flashlight again. He clicked the button a few times. Nothing happened. He grimaced. Now he was doomed to the darkness for the rest of the time he was in here.

Sweets took a couple deep breaths and closed his eyes. He tried to clear his thoughts. Okay. He couldn't be that far from the Founding Fathers. They would have been notified. He convinced himself that this was a Gravedigger copycat, even if this type of containment had never been used. So someone would have been notified. It was probably Booth because that's who Sweets remembered seeing last. Or at least he thought that's who he'd seen last. Booth would go straight to Doctor Brennan with it. She'd call the team in and then they'd start looking for him.

They only problem was how. How would they know where to start looking?

A/N: As I stated before, this chapter takes place at the same time as the last chapter. Lol. I kind of like how the beginning is kind of like a song fic, but not really.