Over to the hospital once more. "Ah, Hurricane Scully is here," Waterston announces as she makes her entrance. "I was summoned," Scully retorts crabbily. Yeah, she's dying to hook back up with you, old man. Apparently, Waterston is having an argument with his doctor about his treatment and is calling Scully in for backup. NotJorja watches as the three doctors talk about medicine for, like, a hundred years. Finally, after I grow old, die, am reincarnated, and return to this mortal coil as a bee (the better to transport the black oil virus. Or not. Or -- no, that way madness lies) and fly into the living room of my former apartment, Scully agrees with Waterston's proposed method of treatment. The doctor rolls his eyes and stomps out. "You come off so rational. But maybe you know less than you think," NotJorja snaps at Scully and stomps off herself. That seems to be her character's raison d'être: say something snippy, then stomp off. Kind of like me at the office.

Scully rests her hands on her hips and looks tired as Waterston obviouses that NotJorja is very angry. "How did she even find out?" Scully asks. Waterston sighs. "I screwed up, Dana. Things got bad at home, after...." He trails off. Scully looks vaguely uncomfortable and takes a seat in the chair next to his bed. She swallows. "Bad how?" she asks. Waterston finally admits that he hasn't been "completely honest" with Scully. "It was hard for me," he says. "When you walked away. I shut down, from my family. Needless to say, it was very difficult for Barbara." Whatever, Waterston. Apparently, he felt like crap for sleeping around on his wife and handled this by moving to Washington. Scully looks vaguely stunned and asked when this whole Moving to Washington to Stalk the Girl I Slept With When I was Her Professor thing happened. "Almost ten years ago," he says. "Ten?" Scully whispers, all teary. "You didn't move here for me?" she asks. Waterston just tells her that he didn't mean for it to "happen this way." Scully's about two seconds from bursting into real tears. "You've come at a such a strange time," she finally tells him. "I know. You have a life," Waterston says. Scully makes a very pained face. "I don't know what I have," she finally says. Man, as much as I take issue with some of the silly New Age Hoo-Ha in this episode, Gillian Anderson's acting is really topnotch. As usual, really. Scully sighs. She bursts out with a sobby laugh. "Your x-rays were in the wrong envelope," she tells him. "I wouldn't have even known you were here if it wasn't for a mix-up." Sigh. Teary. Smile. Teary. "What do you want, Dana?" Waterston finally asks. She looks at him. A tear runs down her face. "I want everything I should want at this time in my life," she says. "Maybe I want the life I didn't choose." Eyebrow. Waterston reaches out to her. Scully stares at his hand, then finally touches her palm to it, slowly. They grasp hands. She cries. His various monitors beep. Scully lies her head on his chest and cries. He strokes her hair. Blah blah blah. The beeping of the heart monitor gets louder and louder and louder. Scully closes her eyes, which is the heart monitor's cue to freak out. She leaps up and Waterston flatlines. Scully, calling for the nurse, leaps on his chest and begins CPR.