"Dr. B. is strong," Hodgins reassured Booth as they made the final turn toward where her car was parked. "I'm sure we'll find her still alive."
Booth pointed out the windshield, ignoring the comment. "There it is," he said. He unhooked his seatbelt.
"What 'til I stop the car," Hodgins cried, as Booth opened the door. "Geez, man, you aren't going to help either of us here if I run you over."
Booth tried to open the driver's door of Brennan's rental, but it was locked. Hodgins came up next to him and handed him a large rock. He shrugged at Booth's look. "It's what I would do."
The sound of the window breaking was loud in the silence of the forest. Inside was Brennan's cell phone. "Told you it was turned off," he said, throwing it on the passenger seat.
Hodgins looked over his shoulder. "Doesn't look like anything was touched in here. No map, either."
"I've been looking for one of those since this started. I thought you Squints were supposed to be logical," Booth said.
Hodgins looked offended. "We are logical."
"Logical people leave directions or clues there they're going in case something like this happens." Frustrated, Booth slammed the door closed, even if it seemed kind of pointless now with the broken window.
Walking slowly around the car, Booth spotted footprints leading toward the trees. Careful not to disturb them, Booth followed them. "She went in here," Booth said, pointing at the ground.
"Dude, how do you know that?" Hodgins said. He could see the footprints, but they certainly didn't appear to go as far as Booth indicated.
"Military training," Booth said as an explanation. "Let's load up. We're going hiking."