Speaking of razors, Doggett lets Moronica shave his poor paralyzed face, over at the hospital. This would be far more touching if they had some kind of backstory. "Missed a spot," Doggett taps. "Did not," Moronica sasses. "Anyway, that's what you get for hiring cheap help." Doggett's been thinking, he taps. "Sounds crazy, but think you're right." She stares at him. He stares back. Staring. "2 Doggetts can't be in 1 world. You can fix." Moronica's mouth hangs open. "How?" she asks. "Pull the plug," Doggett types. Moronica gulps. "Bad joke," she scolds him. "I go. Your Doggett comes back. C'mon, your theory sound," he types. "My theory is sound?" Moronica echoes. She finds it hard to believe that he believes. "I find this entire episode hard to believe," the Mulder action figure says from the giant mug of hot water he's soaking in. (That's the action figure version of a hot tub. He pulled a muscle in his back trying to impress the Scully with some feats of strength yesterday -- lifting a hardbound copy of The Complete Works of Shakespeare.) "Do U believe?" Doggett types. Paralysis has turned him into Prince, apparently. Moronica nods silently. "Prove it," he types. "I would do anything for you. Anything but that," Moronica sighs. Her phone rings. It's Skinner, calling to tell her that Mrs. Lukesh is dead, dead, dead. And they think Lukesh did it.