Baltimore to Boston
Booth could remember being grateful for the daylight and the sky above them. He could remember looking back to Teddy and Brennan calling him to get on the helicoptor. And when he was on - safe - there was nothing there. No sign of Teddy, the ghost faded. He couldn't explain that to Brennan, his head still muddled, looking at her and clinging to the belt he'd had wrapped hurriedly around him.
The helicopter had barely cleared the boat when it when up. The explosion knocked them, pushing the bird as it climbed, trying to gain air, get away from the heat and the fire and the pressure.
But just as quickly as it went up, it went down. There was fire, and his head spun. Hands were grabbing at him, and he was stumbling out and away. The ground beneath him was the last thing he felt before he blacked out.