Logical Walks on the Beach
Zach doesn't like things that don't make sense.
Zach was not entirely sure when he'd wound up on the beach. He was fairly certain that when he'd gone to sleep the night before, he was in the space he was renting above Hodgins' garage, packing up his things before he left for Iraq. He'd gone to sleep on the futon in his bedroom. So, logically, he should have woken up on the futon, instead of on the beach by the trees lining it. And most oddly, he wasn't in his pajamas -- he was in his lab uniform.
His first thought was that he'd been kidnapped by a serial killer. It had happened to Dr. Brennan and Hodgins once -- couldn't it happen to him? That didn't make sense, though, as he was neither dead nor anywhere close to being it. His second thought was that this didn't look anything like the beaches near D.C. -- in fact, it looked more like he was on a small island. For a moment he wished he were not apparently alone, and that Hodgins was with him, because then at least Hodgins might be able to say where they were.
Well, the only logical step would be to see if someone else was on the island, and ask them. Zach carefully got to his feet and dusted off his pants and jacket, looking around with a pensive frown.
"Hello?" he called uncertainly, not really sure if he expected an answer.