(OOM for L's tour)

Hodgins is at his workstation running silt profiles. Tedious and uninteresting at the best of times, it doesn’t help that the medico-legal lab is basically dead today (if one will forgive the expression). The only thing resembling excitement is that the lab alarms have apparently gone on the fritz, sending up an alert even though there’s no one there.

Two of the security guards are fiddling with the alarm controls.

“Beats the hell out of me,” Hodgins hears one them say. “I’ll put in a call to maintenace. There’s no reason for it to be going off.”

At least the side play relieves a little of the monotony.