He glanced around, coughing slightly as the debris filled air clung to his throat and aggravated his lungs. Visibility was low, mostly due to the layer of dust that seem to be suspended just above the ground. From what he could see whatever building he'd been in was a complete wreck, unrecognizable.

It was a slab of concrete that was pining his arm down, not too large, and although the pressure was uncomfortable he could tell nothing had been broken; thankfully all his bones seemed to be intact.

Bones, bones, bones. Simply thinking it made his heart patter strangely. Why did that one word hold such significance? More significance than any other part of his human anatomy at any rate.

Realization struck him like a bulldozer. Not bones, Bones. It was a name; it was his name. Or, one of his names?

He was confused, and most likely concussed he concluded with an uninterested sigh. But he'd remembered his name, that was a plus.

Bones sighed heavily and with a jolt realized just how quiet the disheveled remains of the building were, the silence sending a shiver down his spine.

He was alone, very alone. Yet somehow he knew that was wrong. He wasn't alone, at least, he wasn't supposed to be. A name flittered within his subconscious and he grabbed at it desperately, determined not to let it escape. It was important, he wasn't sure how he know, he just did.

'Jim.' He remembered with a surge of pride. The name clutched at his heart and caused a shot of terror to spread through his body like poison. Jim was dead.

'No!' His heart screamed. 'He isn't.'

Bones wasn't exactly sure why his brain had immediately jumped to that conclusion. If he'd been with Jim before the building collapse, then there was no way Jim could have been dead.

Except out of all the muddled confusion inside his head there was one fact that held firm: Jim had died. Yet Bones knew, with every fiber of his being, that Jim was alive.

Still, irrevocable proof of that belief sounded nice. He had to find Jim.

"Jim! Jim!" Bones called, coughing once again as the dirty oxygen coated his throat in a layer of destroyed building. Silence was the only response to his shouts.

He wasn't crazy, Jim was alive and Jim had been with him. So Jim was buried somewhere within the rubble. Bones just had to find him.