Lay me gently in the cold dark earth No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to her It had been 4 months since Agent Mulder's death...and you were a mess. Barely sleeping, hardly eating. Director Skinner had forced you to take a few weeks leave- Dana promised she'd call you if anything important came up. So here you sat, on your couch in the dark. Your eyes were encased in dark circles as you aimlessly flickered through tv channels. Your doorbell rings, breaking you out of your trance