"Who are you?"

Her smile vanished and her body went rigid. The room was suddenly cold and unwelcoming.

She chose her words carefully. "Booth, you don't know who I am?"

He blinked and sat up a little straighter, trying to orient himself. "Where am I?"

"You're in the hospital Booth. You underwent surgery to remove a brain tumor four days ago, and have been in a coma ever since."

He mulled over the new information for a minute, scratching his head—finding the gauze that seemed to verify her words. He inhaled suddenly and grabbed Brennan's hand.

"I remember you." His eyes widened and he broke into one of his heart-melting smiles. "You and I, we're gonna have a baby."

Her heart leapt. He hadn't forgotten her after all. "Yes Booth! That's right!" she exclaimed. "You remember!"

She threw her arms around him, hugging him as tightly as his condition would allow. She felt his strong arms wrap around her shoulders, holding her close, even after she'd tried to remove herself from his grip. She didn't mind.

After a few minutes, she reluctantly extricated herself from his grasp. Instead, she sat beside him on the edge of the bed, holding his hands in her own as she began to fill him in on the details of the past few days.

"…Everyone has been by to check on you—Angela, Hodgins, Cam, Sweets—I told them that statistically speaking, you'd be fine, but we were still worried. Cam gave everyone a few days off, so there's been someone here almost non-stop." She hesitated, seeing a flicker of confusion in the soft brown eyes of her partner.

"Wait Bren, who is Cam, and why is she giving our employees time off? Who's taking care of business at the club if everyone is here?"

Now it was Brennan's turn to be confused. "What club?" she asked.

"Our club, Bren. Who's running our club?"

Something was not right. What was this "club" that Booth was talking about? Why did he refer to Angela, Hodgins, and Sweets as their employees? And certainly he should know Cam.

"Booth," she began slowly, "What are you talking about? We don't have a club."

"Our club Bren, The Lab, the club that we bought just after we got married." He answered, clearly exasperated.

Brennan was right, something was definitely wrong. Married? He thought they were married?

He stared at her in earnest, waiting for a response.

"Booth," she began, "We're not…" she stopped. She didn't want to upset him. He'd been through a trauma and was clearly confused. She'd let him remember their relationship on his own. Or, she thought, maybe she'd tell him after he'd had a chance to rest.

"We're… the lab's just not open tonight," she replied, deciding that it was at least partially true.