You had been out of the office for about a week, visiting your parents in another state. Your first vacation in the 5 years you had worked with Mulder. You step into the oh so familiar dimly lit office. Mulder was sat at his desk, lining pencils up neatly- something he rarely ever was. He looks up at you with a grin- about to say something when a pencil falls and hits him on the shoulder. You look up, eyebrow raised when you spot the pencils embedded in the ceiling tiles