A Creepy Intruder at the Hodgins Estate

Who says that living in sin is incompatible with domestic bliss?

Lack of a marriage license certainly hasn't hurt Hodgins and Angela in that regard. Certainly not in Hodgins's opinion. He certainly feels blissful right now, lying across the bed half-asleep, listening to the shower run in the adjoining bathroom. Angela likes a long shower, and always comes out smelling of improbable but appealing botanical concoctions.

Oh yeah. This is the life.

Until the bliss is disrupted by an earsplitting scream from the bathroom.