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[bonescientist]

[The feed offers the Network a view of certain Dr. Brennan, clad in the blue lab coat of the Jeffersonian Institute and carrying a semi-translucent plastic container in her gloved hands. Through the opaque material of the box one may just make out the familiar shapes of various human bones, a cranium, pelvic bone and a few long bones probably being

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you should turn yourself around and come on home;

[bonescientist]

[By the time Brennan sets down the darn container of bones belonging to Jane Doe 637-1868 and manages to fish out her network device from her pocket, the connection has gone dead long since. She briefly debates contacting Angela again, but reasons that her best friend is likely already on her way to the fountain. And so, Brennan slips the device back into her lab coat pocket and waits. She doesn't know which way Ange is coming from and doesn't want to inadvertently cross ways with her.

Wrapping her arms about herself in an effort to warm herself up, Brennan sincerely hopes her clothes from the last time are still at the apartment.]

you should turn yourself around and come on home;

[bonescientist]

[It's a strange and disconcerting feeling to be back in the City. Brennan could recall none of it back in D.C. - life went on as normal, like nothing had changed. She has no way of telling how long she's been gone in City-time, for lack of better term, and the thought is causing a distinct sense of guilt to rise within her. It's irrational, considering Brennan didn't ask to leave nor had any control over the phenomenon, but she realizes that she still feels guilty about it. The fact is that she still left Angela behind, alone, for goodness knows how long.

The wretched thought makes Brennan hug herself tighter, biting her lip as she shivers - but not from the chill in the air. Spying the familiar figure of her best friend several agonizingly long minutes later, Brennan can't help but smile broadly, blinking back the sting of her own tears.]