"Can you hear yourself? Of course I'm looking for it, that's my job!" Bones pulled back, shaking his head. "That's like asking me, 'Hey that guy over there is looking sick, but why are you looking for cancer, why don't you just cross your fingers and hope its not there?'"

Standing, Bones walked away from the chairs. He found himself standing in front of the replicator, staring at it. "You've got bad memories, yeah, but you're not dealing with them."