"Dude," Hodgins said. "Booth had a vision? About Brennan? That is so cool."
"Not really," Sweets argued. "I believe his vision could be a manifestation of his true feelings about Dr. Brennan."
"Or it could be a real vision and she could be in trouble," Angela said. Frowning, she thought back to the conversation they'd had the night before. "She sounded okay yesterday. A little distracted maybe, but that's normal for her."
"So you talked to her?" Sweets asked.
"Of course. That was the deal. She would call everyday at noon and seven. When she got to where she was going, she only had to call once a day."
Sweets smiled. "So you must have just talked to her then."
Angela continued to frown. "No, but it's not noon yet."
Hodgins glanced at his watch and back to his wife. "It's after one, Angie. Are you sure you didn't miss her call?"
"No, my phone's right here. It hasn't made a sound in hours. Oh God, Hodgins, what if Booth is right?" Reaching out she grabbed the pad from Sweets' hand. "Tumbling trees and blue sky," she read aloud. "Why were there trees and sky? She drove a car."
"Booth said the same thing." Sweets stepped behind her and read over her shoulder. "He said he felt the floor fall. Maybe Dr. Brennan fell."
"In her car?" Angela asked dryly. "How exactly do you fall in a car?"
"Maybe Brennan took a detour," Hodgins offered. "Writing all of those books has made her wealthy. Maybe she decided to take a couple of days for herself before starting that new job."
"No, honey," Angela disagreed. "Straight there, no detours. That was the deal. I have a copy of the map. She highlighted the route."
"Yes, because Dr. B. has never done anything without telling us," Hodgins said in a voice heavy with sarcasm.