Scully sits on a bench outside the hospital, thinking. Two nuns walk past in the background. Scully is perfectly still, as everything moves around her. Soon, she sees Blonde Ponytail walking right past her, smug smile and all. Scully leaps up and goes running after her. This time, she catches up and grabs Ponytail's arm, pulling her around. And...she's Mulder. What does that mean? That everything Scully's been chasing is Mulder? That that which distracts her is Mulder? That she needs to pay closer attention to Mulder? That Mulder is...a woman? "Hey," he greets her mildly. "Mulder?" Scully asks. He says that he was just looking for her. Don't ask how he knew to look at the hospital. On the other hand, everyone on this show ends up in the hospital on practically a semi-weekly basis, so it's was probably his best bet after all. Anyway, the crop circles were a bust. "Big waste of time," he says. Mulder's wearing a baseball cap that reads "Stonehenge Rocks!" Hee. "Maybe sometimes nothing happens for a reason, Mulder," Scully muses. He wrinkles his brow. "What's that supposed to mean?" he asks, not rudely. "Nothing," Scully responds, and smiles. "Come on. I'll make you some tea."
Mulder's place. The kids have their feet up on the coffee table, drinking tea and shooting the shit. Scully looks really tired. Mulder finds her entire adventure very hard to believe. She doesn't know what he means. "The part where I go away for two days and your whole life changes," he explains. "I didn't say my whole life changed," Scully slurs. I think Mulder slipped a mickey into her tea. "Speaking to God in a Buddhist temple, God speaking back?" Mulder asks. Scully shrugs that she didn't say she spoke to God. She said she had a vision. "For you, that's like saying you're having David Crosby's baby," Mulder snarks. Oh, honey. You have no idea how hairy that entire issue is about to get. Scully smiles thoughtfully. "I almost considered spending my whole life with this man. What I would have missed," she says. It's not a question. "I don't think you can know," Mulder says. "I mean, how many different lives would we be leading if we made different choices? We don't know." Scully nods sleepily. "What if there was only one choice? And all the other ones were wrong?" she asks. "And there were signs along the way to pay attention to?" Mulder makes a thoughtful expression. "And all the choices would then lead to this very moment," he muses. "One wrong turn and we wouldn't be sitting here together." Scully, clearly mightily turned on by her hot, hot partner, just falls asleep. "Well, that says a lot," Mulder says to himself. "That says lot, a lot, a lot. It's probably more than we should be getting into at this late hour," he continues, turning to look at her. She's out cold. Mulder stares at her face and very gently (and, it must be said, rather intimately) moves a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Moby kicks out the jams one last time, as Mulder fixes Scully with a rather intense, schmoopy look, then covers her with a blanket and tucks her in very carefully. He watches her sleep for a long moment, before we pan to the fish tank as he gets off the sofa. The fish swim around merrily as we pan across the floor to the corner of Mulder's living room. A small gold Buddha shines in the darkness.