Yeah, it's been a ride
I guess I had to, go to that place, to get to this one
Now some of you, might still be in that place
If you're trying to get out, just follow me
I'll get you there

Not Afraid by Eminem

Brennan continued to walk along the shore line. Something felt different, she felt lonely. She felt empty, hollow if you will. She inhaled and looked out at the angry ocean. She started to think maybe she hadn't always walked the shore line alone. Maybe another set of footprints were usually left in the sand next to her own? She exhaled the breath she had took unsure, and pressed on into the unknown.

Then all at once it hit her. Booth. He had left. Her time, their time was up. Hannah was pregnant. Hannah was pregnant. Memories of them raced through her mind like a landslide. Booth was a mere ghost now. As she looked out to at the sea she felt her stomach flip flop as her memories came to an abrupt halt as the door shut and she slid down the back of it in tears.

The salt water spray from the ocean splashed onto her face as she let a tear slide down her cheek. Salty sea water mixed with tears as she remembered. Booth was gone, and Hannah was pregnant. She looked down to her side where his footprints used to be. She inhaled and started to walk out into the angry ocean. The waves crashed into her body, each new wave almost knocking her back. She was in up to her hips when someone grabbed her arm.

"Temperance!" Hannah screamed above the angry ocean as she held Brennan's arm tightly.

Brennan turned and her dark blue eyes crashed into Hannah's light blue eyes. What was she doing out here? Why wasn't she pregnant? She was eight months, but…she wasn't. She wasn't pregnant at all. She suddenly found herself angry at Hannah. She bit her lip in the middle of the angry ocean, her stomach a mix of emotions. The emotion wasn't rational, but neither was being pulled out of the ocean by Hannah.

"I loved him!" Brennan screamed above the surf as Hannah drug her out of the water. Facing Hannah Brennan peeled her hand off of her arm. As she did a wave crashed into her knocking her down but Hannah pulled her up out of the water.

"I know! I know you did! You do! You still do! So, get up Temperance! I have something you need to see!" Hannah screamed above the angry waves. "What you think is, is not." Hannah said making no sense to Brennan.

When they both finally reached shore sopping wet. Brennan looked at Hannah accusing and curious. "Thank you for helping me, but what is it that you need to show me Hannah? I was enjoying being alone." Brennan said.

Hannah smiled slightly and handed her a bottle with a message inside of it. "I found it back there." Hannah pointed behind them. "You need to turn around Temperance. The waves are too high and the spray will wet the paper if you take it out of the bottle here. It's calm back that way." Hannah took her hand and began to lead her back the way she came. Brennan stopped and Hannah turned to look her in the eye, "I know I'm not your favorite person, but you are going to have to trust me on this one Temperance. You are going the wrong way." Hannah said and Brennan contemplated.

"I do need to see what is inside the bottle." Brennan said shifting her weight.

"Yes you do." Said Hannah.

"Alright." Brennan said, "I will go."

Hannah smiled knowingly, "Alright, let's go."

Brennan didn't look behind her as she blindly trusted Hannah to lead her the right way. Brennan had so many questions, all of them centering around one man; Booth. Suddenly not only was she not alone anymore, but Hannah wasn't pregnant either. So, so many questions- so many. She felt the smooth glass bottle in her hand and glanced at it curiously. Peering through the glass at the piece of rolled up paper inside. She felt maybe, just maybe it held answers.