The Jeffersonian--In Limbo

It had taken Hodgins longer than he had anticipated to track down Dr. Brennan. And then there had been the sticky matter of trying to get her alone without making Zach suspicious (with any luck, Zach will chalk it up to being one of those social situations that he just doesn’t understand and will shrug it off and forget about it).

“What do you mean Angela has amnesia?” Dr. Brennan asked as Hodgins hurried her down to Limbo, where the door he and Angela use to access Milliways hides.

“I mean she doesn’t remember who she is, who I am, or anything about the Jeffersonian. She’s decided to call herself ‘Myrna’ and is drawing like a Disney animator. I’m telling you, this is serious.”

Brennan has no idea what it means to draw like a Disney animator, but Hodgins says it with the tone he usually reserves for the State Department. But right now that’s beside the point.

“Well, obviously it’s serious, and I want to help, but you probably would have been better off getting one of the doctors from the infirmary. If she’s hurt--”

“She says she’s not. And I couldn’t see any signs of injuries.” Hodgins wouldn’t have left her alone, even for the time it had taken him to go get Dr. Brennan, if he had. They round a corner in Limbo, and there is the unobtrusive door that leads out of their dimension. “No, something else is up. And our local bar being the sort of place it is, it could probably be anything.”

“That’s true.” Many of them, as much as Brennan hates to admit it, scientists are probably going to be ill-equipped to handle. Magic, enchantment, curses…. “What do you want me to do?”

“Just--” Hodgins grips the knob of the door far tighter than is necessary. “Do the best friends thing. Talk to her. See if you can get her to remember Angela.”

After a moment, Brennan nods with a determined expression. “I can do that.”