Hey :P. Ok, so now the story is back in Booth's eyes. Hope you enjoy!

They gave me a few bandages and ice packs, but made me stay a little while. They did, however let me go visit Cam. I walked into the room. Michelle was standing by the edge of the bed. Cam looked dumbfounded.

"Am I interrupting anything?" I asked as I walked into the room. I could feel the awkwardness of the atmosphere. "I can leave if you want me too. I just came to see if you were doing alright. I tried not to make it any more awkward than it was.

"You can stay." She said to me before she turned her head back to Michelle. "We'll continue this conversation later." I could see the tears on both their faces, but what caught me was the utter disappointment on Cam's face. I walked in, sliding as so Michelle could pass through the doorway. She carried her head down, like she had done something terribly wrong.

"Are you okay?" I asked, not knowing what else to say. I could see the tears roll down her tears, slowly at first, but then they burst out like they had been pressing against a barred gated and the gate had just been opened. I held her head in my arms for a little while until she stopped crying, as if her eyes had been dried out. I went up and grabbed her a glass of water when she finally stopped crying. I saw Michelle sitting on a bench outside of Cam's room. I sat down next to her. "You know, if you tell me what happened it might be easier to talk to Cam about it." I said this, thinking about all the things Cam has done for me over the years. I sat there for a while until I realized she wasn't going to say anything. I walked to the water fountain and filled Cam's glass before returning to her room.

Back to the present, now in the eyes of Angela.

I walk into the kitchen and grab some waffles and throw them into the toaster. I waited for them to finish cooking and I poured syrup on top of the waffles. I put them on three plates and set them on the table before I run upstairs to help Bren put on her clothes. I tell Michael Vincent to go downstairs and eat and then head to Bren's room. "Hey Bren, you need help with your clothes?" I ask her.

"Yes please." she says, with a smile. I grab a shirt and some jeans out of her closet and help her take off her pajamas.

"You're going to wear your purple shirt with the butterfly on it and the jeans with the heart on it. Okay? " I ask her, and then watch as the smile reaches her face and she nods her head yes.

I remember Brennan telling me she was pregnant. It was when Booth was in the hospital. She cried for the longest time. I had tried everything to find out who had taken Christine, but then I figured out the one thing I hadn't tried yet: I called Max. He knew all that had happened but somehow Booth and Brennan had kept him off from coming. He was my last hope.

I now help my daughter into her clothes and then help her down the stairs. I help her to her seat at the table and tell her what we are eating. I carefully hand her the fork. Raising Bren has been tough, especially without Hodgins to help out. Only 3 more years, I think, only 3 more years until he is released. I visit him once a week, sometimes more if I get the chance. We talk about everything, but mostly we talk about the kids and Temprance. We talk about the day I gave birth to Rachel, all the stress of that day. We talk about the day Brennan died, and the surgery I had to save Rachel's life. But, most of all we talk about the day Hodgins was arrested. He lit up the car he thought Brennan's murder had, but it was the wrong one. No one got hurt, but he was arrested for arson and attempted murder. He was given 8 years.

He is a good man, and always will be. He loves his kids very much. Bren is staring kindergarten this year, and Michael Vincent is starting eight. He and I didn't have much money, but I found good jobs to pull us through. Michael Vincent is in gifted in his school, and Bren is going to be in advanced learners class at her private school. It is expensive to spend the money for an expensive school for her kind, but with my art sales and working in computer animations, we can afford it. I started working for a Movie company and Friday I start working on a movie, which I can do at home and far away from the studio.

Sometimes I think everyone moved to Georgia because of me, although they say otherwise. When they told me he would be moved to a prison in Georgia where he would be safer; I didn't really want to uproot my life, but I moved to Savannah, about an hour and a half away from Hodgins, and things have been going great. I'm working on SpongeBob 2: The Movie, and I have been selling my artwork successfully. maybe Moving here was a blessing in disguise.

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