As they made their way through the maze of hallways, Teddy and Booth seemed to run into no problems. But Booth was having troubles walking and with Teddy's broken hand, their progress was slow. They found their way out without a confrontation with anyone else. They hobbled a ways from the building from which they had just escaped and sat behind some trees for a moment.

"Holy shit. I can't believe we got out," Teddy whispered.

"Believe it, bud. We gotta keep moving though. Which way is camp?"

Teddy looked around. He didn't say anything for quite some time.

"Park, do you know which way camp is?" Booth asked again a bit louder.

"Shh. Hold on. I'm thinking! Uh…well that way is…North. I think. So we want to go south. Southeast I think."

"You think or you know?"

"I think. I got all turned around in there. I'm not sure which way is up anymore."

Booth sat up a little higher, attempting to orient himself. "Southeast it is," Booth agreed, "Let me sit a minute though. My feet are killing me."

"Seel, we need to keep moving. The other two are around here somewhere. Once they find out we escaped and killed their friends, they're gonna come after us."

Booth groaned. "Alright, alright. Give me a help up." Teddy stooped over and pulled Booth's arm across his shoulders. With one big heave, Booth was back on his feet.


Brennan walked up to her room and stripped down to shower. As she let the warm water flow over her, she could feel her control slipping. She didn't want to admit it, but the argument she had just had with Angela revealed something to her. She knew she loved Booth with her whole heart, and that scared her, but what she didn't realize was how much she depended on him. Just the thought of changing diapers and late night feedings scared the shit out of her if she thought about it without Booth in the picture.

She knew she should be more positive, but her past had prevented her from doing just that. She had an undying faith in her husband. She knew he would do everything in his power to come home safely, but she knew things like that we're not his choice.

Brennan thought over Booth's irrational superstitions, like cosmic balance or fate. To Booth, everything that happens has happened for a reason. She shook her head, dismissing the notion.

She wanted to believe Booth would come home alive. She wanted to believe her son would meet his father. But she knew better than that. She knew better than to hope for something that couldn't happen.

She climbed out of the shower and dried herself off, struggling just a bit with her long legs that she couldn't reach. It was only the middle of the day, but she dressed in pajamas and climbed in bed. Pulling Booth's unused pillow toward her, she took a deep breath in, expecting to breathe in his scent. But it wasn't there. And she knew it was something she would have to get used to.


A/N: Okay, so I lied. I ended up typing this up before work, but now I'm serious, I won't be able to write for a while. BUT, I do have an idea of how this is going to end! Finally! AND I have ideas for a sequel! So let me know what you guys think and whether or not you're interested in a sequel.