Bones has been looking healthier by the day. Jim might not be able to read everything that comes out of their tricorders, but he can see it - the brightness in Bones' eyes, the color in his cheeks, the bounce in his step. He hasn't forgotten what Bones in his prime is like, but watching him return to health is like discovering it all over again, and Jim's been walking the city with a tempered hope that maybe, maybe this might all be close to over.

He doesn't let himself get too happy or relieved, though, lest it all come crashing down again. He's in his room, reading when Bones returns and practically shouts the house down. "What?" he says, springing from the bed. "I'm right here, what's happening?" Jim pauses. "Did you just knock?"