...where Moronica's just walking and walking and walking. Finally, she finds a bunch of medical charts. When she flips through them, though, we see that the forms are just full of gobbledy-gook. Stephen sad-sacks his way over to her, wringing his hands. "The thing is, it's not that bad, once you get used to the idea," he offers. "This is nonsense, all of it," Moronica says, waving the charts in his face. Stephen desperately wishes she would chill. "You say we're dead," Moronica says. "This seem like heaven to you? A big deserted Catholic hospital?" she asks. Well, someone is awfully sure that she's getting through them pearly gates. Stephen and I are on the same page; he comments that, for all he knows, they're in hell. Moronica looks horrified, but doesn't point out that it can't be hell because...well, where are the skin-searing flames and the guys with the pointy sticks? Stephen shrugs and says that maybe they're at "a way station, a stop on the road to what comes next." Moronica tosses her hair and says that she doesn't care. She's going to find a way out! Stephen just sighs.

So, Moronica heads over to the edge of the abyss with an empty coffee cup. She leans over and drops the cup into the void. It crackles with electricity and then disappears forever. It's like last year, when Buffy jumped off that tower thing and died? Like that. With a cup. Also, no vampires.

Hospital. Moronica's doctor -- let's call him Dr. Evil, just because -- is real sorry for Scully's loss. Scully raises her brow calmly, like, it is so not really her loss. Doggett implores Dr. Evil to "do something." And Dr. Evil is all like, "I can't do that and I also I need all of her vital organs right now for some unnamed nefarious purpose." Doggett sputters at him to slow down! He points out that Moronica didn't suffer any damage to her skull, and comments that it doesn't make sense that she's having brain issues if her skull is intact. "Does that add up to you?" he asks. "At the end of the day, it doesn't matter. It doesn't change her diagnosis, or her prognosis," Scully says. "And I need to go now. Mulder just got back from the 7-11 with some Zingers, a twelve-pack of Amstel Light, and a carton of cigs. Bye!" And Dr. Evil is all, "No. Seriously. I really need her organs right now."

Dude, I was just channel-surfing whilst editing this and came across an episode of The Red Shoe Diaries. So that's where Mulder's been! Reading letters about soft-core porn! Actually, when you think about it, it makes perfect sense.