Brennan woke early the next morning, as the sun came over the peak behind her. The change in light had her opening her eyes groggily. It took only a moment for her to remember where she was, and why she was there.
She had a vague recollection of a dream from the night before. Booth had been there, next to her on the ground. He'd tried to speak to her, but she couldn't hear him. A product of exhaustion and hunger, the hallucination still comforted her somehow.
Laying on the cool ground made her colder than she was comfortable with. Sitting up slowly, she moved into several modified yoga positions. The switch from position to position warmed her body, and her mind.
After an unsatisfying breakfast, she scooted around until she could see her goal: the top of the mountain.
About five feet above her was her first goal, a small tree. Putting all her supplies into her pack, she secured it to her back. If something happened, and she slid further down the hill, at least she would still have the food and water.
Carefully, she planted her hands and pushed back with her left foot. The position dragged her broken leg along the ground, but also propelled her back about one foot at a time.
Plant, push, plant, push, grit her teeth when the pain was too much. Her world contracted to just those simple motions, until several minutes later, she felt the tree at her back.
Relieved to have made it that far, she pushed her matted hair from her face and smiled. Her mind wanted to figure out had far she had to go, how long it would take to get there, but she stopped herself. Small goals would keep her spirits up better than larger goals that she may or may not achieve.