Booth dropped Hodgins off at the Jeffersonian. Angela met him at the curb where they embraced, before Angela met Brennan at the car.

"Hey, Sweetie," she said. Angela's arms circled her friend tightly, and Brennan leaned into the hug.

"Thanks, Angela," Brennan said gratefully. "I'd probably still be there if it wasn't for you."

Angela shook her head. "Don't thank me, Brennan." She directed her attention toward the rear of the SUV where Booth and Hodgins were removing the equipment they'd borrowed from the Jeffersonian. "If it wasn't for Booth, we wouldn't have known to start looking."

Brennan pulled away from her friend and hobbled her way toward the front of the SUV. Booth was going to drive her home after their stop here. "He told me about his visions."

Angela looked closely at Brennan. "What do you think about that?"

Brennan shrugged. "He believes it happened. Just like he believes in God. For him there is no question about the truth of what took place."

"It wasn't just him, Brennan. Other than Sweets, the rest of us believed him, too. There was never any question in our minds that you needed help up there."

"I promised him, that I would just believe him. Like you did." Brennan paused and looked at Angela to see her reaction.

Angela raised her eyebrows. "You promised him that. No questions or scientific explanations?"

Brennan shook her head. "I promised," she said. Her voice trailed off as she looked at the men. She remembered Booth's image standing in front of her on that mountain and the promise she'd made to wait for him. "And I think maybe I believe in what happened to him," she admitted.