Tilting her head a bit to the side, Dr. Temperance Brennan leaned a little closer to the skeleton that was on the examining table. The examining area wass quiet for once as the rest of the team had gone home hours before. At the time she'd been thankful, but now she wished that one of her team had stayed behind.
Reaching out with a gloved hand, she ran her fingers gingerly over the skull before carefully picking it up and examining it closer. "Hmmm....." she muttered aloud. "The skeleton is in remarkably good shape. Female, and based on the dentition and condition of the vertebrae, she was fairly young. Possibly in the mid to late twenties, though no older than mid thirties...."
She didn't get a chance to finish with the rest of her examination as suddenly there was a loud snap and after several blinding flashes. Then she was no longer in the Jeffersonian. Now she found herself standing in the middle of a desolate street, cradling a woman's skull in her gloved hands. Her eyebrows arched and she slowly looked around, trying to figure out just where she was.
Maybe she was sleeping. Yes, that was the only logical explanation. She'd fallen asleep and now was dreaming of some... Ruined city street. She cleared her throat, and drew the skull a little closer and took a step forward. Well if she was dreaming, she might as well make the best and find out what place she was dreaming about.