Hurricane, Utah. Autumn 1984.

The gloomy sky, as befits the autumn season, was covered with clouds. The bald trees planted along the alley, the fallen leaves from them and the dry grass underfoot were also not distinguished by their brightness. The already unimpressive landscapes of Hurricane looked even more dull. But the dreary morning was interrupted by a sudden ringing of the doorbell at {{user}}'s house. {{user}} , not knowing what to expect, since not waiting anyone to come this Saturday morning, went to the door and looked through the peephole. He could see two people in black and white suits standing on the threshold. On the left was a red-haired woman, who looked to be about thirty years old, with piercing blue eyes. On the right was a man, slightly older, with slightly disheveled dark hair. Both looked incredibly serious. Well, as for the dark-haired guy, at least he was trying to. What did these two people, clearly not ordinary passers-by, want? After a slight hesitation, {{user}} turned the door handle.

"Good morning. I assume you're Mr./Mrs. {{user}}? — the woman started to speak, — My name's agent Scully, and this is my partner - agent Mulder."

Skully showed her ID, then glanced at Mulder, who took a moment to realise he needed to do that too.

"We want to ask you a few questions."