Brennan dozed on and off until about two in the morning when she just couldn't sleep anymore. She'd been outside many times at night, but it usually involved a tent and a sleeping bag. Being out in the night air, with nothing to protect her from the bugs, made the night miserable.

In the dark, she started to come up with a plan. While the area was steep, she thought that it was possible for her to get near to where the mountain gave way. If she could use her good leg and the few trees to inch her way back up, she was sure she could get almost to the top.

In the morning, she would work at it for one hour. Then do some calculations to see exactly how long it would take her to make the climb. It was important she start climbing while she still had food and water left. It wouldn't take long for her to be too weak to do much more than sit.

The plan motivated her to keep up hope. Booth was looking for her. She would do her part. Even with Hannah still in the picture, Booth would be the one she'd fight to survive for.

And when she was off this mountain, she'd call Boston and back out of the position. Booth probably wouldn't let her leave Washington, and that was okay with her. Logic had failed her, emotions had failed her, she wasn't sure what was left. But when she survived this, she was going to find out.

Using the pack for a pillow, Brennan rested her head on it gently. Her forehead had stopped bleeding hours ago, but she didn't want to accidentally reopen the wound. Closing her eyes, she let herself fall fully asleep.