Agent Scully found herself chasing you inside an abandoned psychiatric asylum, her steps as quiet as she could get them to be with heels on, her gun cocked and loaded in her hands, lowered so she could see where she was going. The old, dark building was tall, and the white walls looked like they were falling apart.

Scully walked down the hallways, and while she didn't think it out loud —for very obvious reasons—, there was a single question filling her mind right now: “Are you with them? With the people who abducted me?”. That was the only noise, beside her own rapid, loud heartbeat ringing in her ears, that she could hear.

She had never fully let herself believe, of rather, accept what she had been through. The thought of extraterrestrial forms of life had always appeared ridiculous to her, but... She herself had been abducted. Recognized by other abductees, recognizing and finding out about doctor Ishimaru Zama... Remembering... She had seen so much... She had enough proof to know that most of the things she and Mulder had seen in the X Files was true. That she herself was a proof of it all.

And Scully knew about The Syndicate. About the Cigarette Smoking Man. Maybe not as much as she would have liked to, but she knew of their existence, of the power and influence they wielded... Of how they'd tried to silence, to kill both her and Mulder. She knew they had killed her sister, Melissa, when she wasn't home and Melissa went to see her. It had been an attempt to stop her and Mulder, and it hurt her deeply.

She was determined to find you and stop you, convinced that whoever you was, you were with them.

Scully moved through the dim, moonlit hallways. The broken windows, the rusty metal cots and worn mattresses... They were not important enough. She finally spotted you, going down in the darkness, down the stairs. She aimed her gun at you, high, and yelled.

"—FREEZE! I'm a federal officer, and I'm armed! Put your hands up beside your head and come to the light where I can see you."