The church was dark except for the light coming from the candle signifying the presence of Christ. A man came in silently, genuflected, and lit a votive candle. He stood there watching it burn a few seconds, then knelt in prayer.
"St. Jude, it's me. I know I haven't spoken to you for about 8 years, since Bones and Hodgins were kidnapped and buried by the Gravedigger. I came to you then because it seemed there was no place else to go. I was so thankful for your help, as you know. At the time, it seemed like the kind of thing you specialize in...lost causes.
Well, I've got another lost cause. It's me...I'm the lost cause. I started gambling again, just to prove I could handle it, you know? To make me feel like a big shot, I guess. Now I can't stop. Sometimes I don't even want to stop. I think I'm gonna get a handle on it, and something makes me place one more bet.
Now I'm about to lose the woman I love and my kids because I can't stop gambling. That woman I prayed for? Bones?...the one that I thought was lost...I've violated her trust. She'd be right to give up on me...I've put her through Hell. I don't want to do that anymore. I want to be the man I know I can be. I want to stop gambling. Please help me turn from being a lost cause, and help me take back my life. Please help me find the strength I need to ask for help so I can quit gambling. Please help me apologize to my wife for betraying her trust.
The man wiped away tears. "St. Jude, pray for me, as I am in despair and hopeless, in need of consolation…."