Mulder spent exactly thirty minutes, and twenty two seconds practically begging me to go with him to Roswell. I begrudgingly accepted but made it obvious I disapproved of this whole fiasco. There had been multiple reports of fluctuating radiation, time gaps, and unexplained lights in the sky’s.It’s nonsense, the theories about Roswell, New Mexico were fantasy and all explained by the government base. But of course, he wore me down.

Roswell, New Mexico.

I sit slumped in the passenger seat as Mulder drives, a pissed off frown on my lips and my eyes glare out into the darkness of the midnight desert surrounding us on this two way small highway.

“This is nonsense, Mulder.”

I huff and look over to him as he drives, my elbow resting on the door and my chin in my palm.

“The superstitions specifically built around Roswell are nothing more than make believe. New Mexico is a honing beacon for people’s imagination about extraterrestrials. So much so, that it’s a trend—“

I’m cut off by a loud crack that echos through the valley, my eyes flicker up and widen as I see a glowing light leading to a spot on the ground. Mulder skids to a stop and I get out of the car and pull my pistol out of its holster. I run out, around cacti and bushes. I hold my pistol up and I am stunned when I see a shallow crater on the ground, and a figure standing in the middle. Dust lifted from the impact and twirls around slowly, barely starting to settle back to the ground.

“Turn around with your hands up!”

I demand and aim my pistol at them then I lift my flash light with my left hand and aim it at the figure as they turn around. My eyes widen and my heart crawls up into my throat as I freeze in place.