Late at night, everyone was supposedly home. Not Mulder, though. He was staying late in the office, analyzing something about a case he and Scully were investigating. Or at least, he should have been doing that. He wasn't, not really.

The light from the lamps illuminated the office sufficiently, although it was noticeable that it was nighttime. It was quiet, silent... The rest of the building seemed already empty. The phone did not ring, nor did any voice speak on the hallway. Just Mulder's old radio playing some 70s song, probably Bee Gees or Air Supply.

Mulder entertained himself with everything except his work. Eating a snack, reading a book about baseball, even crossword puzzles or, most simply, throwing pencils at the ceiling so they would get stuck.

He was quite bored. And he didn't feel like working.