Brennan drifted for a time, careful not to slip fully into sleep. When she opened her eyes again, the sky was still blue, but darker. Night was coming.
Reaching into her pack, she pulled the sweatshirt over her head. With no way to start a fire, it would be difficult to maintain her core body temperature.
Angry at herself, at a fate she didn't believe in, she planted her left foot and pushed. She moved up the mountain a little, but with many feet to go, it would take hours to get back to where she fell from. Her hands were sticky with her own blood, sticks, and leaves. Despite the strong urge to clean them, she knew she couldn't waste a single drop of water to do so.
Grabbing a protein bar, Brennan broke off half and ate it. She was hungry enough to eat all three bars, but she carefully set the remaining half next to the other two.
With no other options, she lay back in the leaves. It was well after seven. Angela would know something was wrong. Would she call Booth right away, or wait until morning?
And what would Booth do? Brennan had made it pretty clear that she didn't want to hear from him. Would he listen to Angela try to explain? Would he offer to help? Would he tell Angela to give it another day before he started to worry?
No, Booth would help right away. Brennan was as sure of that as she was that the sun would come up tomorrow. No matter what had happened between them, he would do everything possible to make sure she didn't die on this mountain.
As the sky continued to darken, Brennan watched the stars appear. She knew some of the constellations, thanks to her father. His voice whispered in her head as she named them. After going through each one, Brennan let herself drift again.