If Brennan believed in God, or Hell, she would have considered talking to one of them. She could plead for her life. Brennan wondered if Booth's God would give her another chance if she asked for one. But since she didn't believe in Him anyway, asking seemed kind of pointless.

When her eyes were closed, she thought for a moment she could see Booth riding in a car, looking for her. At one point she actually reached out her hand to touch him, but dropped it feeling foolish. Still, the thought that he might be coming for her gave her comfort and strength.

And strength was what she needed. "I'm almost out of water and food," she said. Her voice was scratchy from disuse. "I still can't find a way to climb this rock face, and I'm probably going to die out here, alone."

Brennan closed her eyes, banging her head softly against the tree behind her. When she opened them again, Booth stood in front of her. "Great," she muttered. "I really am hallucinating this time."

Hallucination Booth tipped his head sideways, giving her the look that always set her teeth on edge. "I'm not giving up," she said to him shortly, crossing her arms over her chest. "I just can't figure out a way to climb up there."

He quirked an eyebrow at her, and she smiled. "Fine, I'll wait for you. But you better hurry up. I don't believe in ghosts, but you're the first person I'm going to haunt if I die."