Bones

''Temperance.''

First card she turns over is literally your name.

- Are you gonna tell me that this is a coincidence? - Yes.

- A one-in-7 8 chance. - It was on top.

And it's not really speaking to me. Okay.

I see a sick man in a hospital.

He takes refuge in a dream life.

You are there in the dream, and you are helping him to create that dream life...

by tellin' him a story.

You're both so happy in the story-- so happy-- it's almost sad when he wakens.

Okay, no offense to you and your psychic, but I just got off a flight from Guatemala.

I wanna go check in with Cam and then shower and change.

Oh!

The man whose life you saved is really excited to see you again.

No. I don't save lives. People are already dead when I get to them.

I'm pretty sure you saved somebody's life.

- A man with the heart of a lion. - Booth has a lion heart.

I do not like cats.

Well, that's consistent with the person you were before your brain surgery.

I don't own a nightclub. I'm not married to Bones.

You are not a singing bartender. And I hate clowns.

So, can I go back to work now?

When our sense of reality is challenged-- you know, really challenged--

it can take some time to regain our footing.

Look, it's been six weeks since I put my brain box through the blender there.

I am back, baby! Huh?

Special Agent Seeley Joseph Booth.

Have you been in touch with Dr. Brennan since your release from the hospital?

Uh, no.

She's, uh, you know, in Guatemala there, digging up Aztecs.

Do you miss anything about the alternative life...

you experienced while in a coma?

Yeah.

The clothes. Mmm.

I miss those clothes. They were great clothes.

Okay. I'm certifying you as fit for duty.

- I am fit for duty. - That's what I'm saying.

What I'm saying to you is, you don't have to certify me for anything, pal...

because I told you I'm back.

Well, in fact, you had amnesia, slurring of speech...

identity confusion, headaches, irritability and double vision.

So, yeah, as a psychologist, I do have to certify you for duty.

- Why-- Why are you arguing? - I'm not arguing.

This man was lost.

You brought him the light that showed him the way home.

Without it, he would've died.

Booth was in a coma. Brennan read him the book that she was writing.

When Booth woke up, he thought that they had a whole different life together.

He thought that they were married. He thought that for days.

You were joined at that time. You're still joined.

Nothing either of you is saying makes sense.

- Were you pregnant? - What? No, of course not.

I mean in your book.

No. I deleted the book.

I'm tired, Angela. I'm gonna go check in at the office and then go home.

Nice to meet you, Ms. Harmonia.

Underneath the icy exterior beats a very warm heart.

Her life is at a very critical turning point...

between great happiness--

That's death.

Fourth office down the hall.

- Dr. Brennan. Would you care to hug? - Why?

Okay. I'm good with that.

- Welcome home. - Thank you.

What did Booth do while I was gone-- solve boring, normal murders?

He hasn't been reinstated yet.

The doctors told me that he'd be fine in a couple days. That's why I went.

Sweets is examining Booth today. Fingers crossed.

- Mmm! - Oh. I'm happy to see you too.

Oh, I'm happy personally and professionally.

You know, unsolved murders have gone up a thousand percent since you left.

- I find that hard to believe. - Rough estimate.

- Welcome back. - Thank you.

- Oh! -

- Oh! Booth! - Bones.

- Hey! Hi. - Hi.

- - Look at that.

I'm reinstated on the day that you come home. That's the weirdest ''coinkydink'' ever.

No. It's not even the weirdest coinkydink today.

If you were reinstated, why are you dressed like a furniture mover?

Well, Sweets-- he just, um, cleared me, and so I came straight over to tell you.

- What took you so long to recover? - Oh, um, don't worry.

Nothing's wrong with me. I'm 11 0% .

Well, you know there's nothing more than a hundred percent, right?

- Hey, Brennan? Hey, Booth. - Hey.

Listen, guys, there are a bunch of bodies buried under the Teversham fountain.

- How do you know that? - Avalon told me.

- Who's Avalon? - Avalon is Angela's psychic.

- - See? Even superstitious Booth doesn't believe in psychics.

That's interesting, because she says that you two were linked...

- in a very profound and spiritual manner. -

- -

Oh, really? Well, she also says that in your weirdo, alternate shared-life experience thing...

that Brennan was pregnant.

It's odd that neither of you mentioned that.

- Let's go check it out. - What? No. Why?

Six weeks, Bones. I'm goin' stir-crazy here. Let me suit up.

- Can I at least take a shower? - Yeah. I need to shave.

So, this ground-penetrating radar can really see things?

Yeah, a lot clearer than a psychic.

- You're dressed very oddly. - What do you mean? This is regulation F.B.I.

- What about the garish socks and the gaudy tie? -

What, you don't remember?

You resist regimentation with these tiny symbols of rebellion.

No, I remember. I remember, okay?

Let me just reacclimate myself at my own speed here, okay? What is that?

Nothing, because there's nothing here, because there's no such thing as a psychic.

in my coma dream, you were pregnant.

Sweets said that your dream was nothing more than your comatose brain...

processing what I read to you from my book.

- - Wait. The point is, how did the psychic know that...

If she isn't psychic?

Oh. The psychic was right.

- What, about us being linked in a very profound manner? -

- What is it? What do you see? - It's human remains.

Lots of human remains.

- - What's that supposed to be?

- Bones says dead people. - At least eight, maybe more.

is there any chance these are very old remains...

of settlers or Indians who should be left in peace?

- Yes, except for that. - What's that?

- Plastic disc. - Fine. Listen, Bones wants to start digging.

I wanna go question the psychic who sent us here.

I did not hear ''psychic.'' I heard ''anonymous source.''

Just get Bones the warrant that she needs so she can start digging.

Wow. You are keen to get back to work.

Got something to prove, chéri?

It is plausible that Booth feels the urge to prove he's no longer brain-damaged.

You can start.

- I'll get the warrant in 10 minutes. - Yes. We're back!

You're the one who told me never to look happy at a crime scene.

Right. We'll look happy after we find out...

who did this horrible crime and get them behind bars.

All right.

It's very hard for me to explain my process.

Well, you're gonna have to do better than, um, ''I'm a psychic.''

You're the man that was in the coma, aren't you?

Would you pick a card, please?

Um, okay.

Um--

You're worried you lost something.

Look, Ms. Harmonia, I really don't need a tarot card reading right now.

What I need to know is how you knew...

that those people were buried under the Teversham fountain.

It's all in the cards, Agent Booth.

You can't argue with what's in the cards.

You never lost anything in that coma, Agent Booth.

You gained something.

- -

The remains are all in the soil beneath the layer of gravel.

Yeah. Ten years ago, they renovated the fountain.

They raised it on hydraulic lifts, sunk a series of shafts...

mucked out the clay, laid down a layer of gravel...

and then poured cement over that.

So it's reasonable to assume...

that the bodies were tossed down the shaft before the gravel was dumped.

I've got samples of the soil...

the gravel scrapings from the cement...

and this.

If we're lucky, it's something the murderer left behind.

You might as well head back to the lab, start analyzing your samples.

Oh, my God.

This is like climbing down into a grave here.

isn't this great--

us back together again, chasing criminals?

Yeah. A pit full of mass-murder victims.

What's not to love?

As soon as I get this skull free...

I'd like you to start facial reconstruction.

Sweetie, does the fact that Avalon was right about these bodies...

make you rethink her abilities?

Ange, I have met dozens of shamans...

and medicine men, so-called holy people over the years...

and never seen any hard evidence...

that they're in touch with any spirit world...

where the laws of physics don't apply.

Until now.

This is actual evidence, Angela...

not some mumbo jumbo from a deck of tarot cards.

Yeah, I'll have another one.

- First drink since the brain operation? - Yeah.

- And since, uh, you know, getting back to work. - I'm honored.

An auspicious occasion. So what do you want?

I just wanna share a drink, you know...

with one of my closest and dearest friends...

who, you know, I can trust with, um, certain things.

- Oh, God. - What?

There's lasting brain damage, isn't there? Something you haven't told anyone.

- Are you hearing voices? - No.

- If you're hearing voices, that's really serious. - Nice. Thank you.

No. I'm not hearing voices, Camille. All right? Relax.

I just-- Well, I did forget that I wore goofy socks...

so we can do one for that, huh?

Mmm.

The things that make you a great cop have nothing to do with the socks.

- What's really on your mind? -

All right. Um, that, uh, place that I went to...

you know, in my coma dream?

- Mm-hmm. - It was just--

Bones and I-- it was so real.