Hospital. Stephen flatlines. "Does he feel any pain?" asks Mrs. Stephen tearfully. "Absolutely none," Dr. Evil tells her. "Now, please scootch over. You're blocking my access to his pancreas."
Audrey takes Doggett down to her basement room. "You live down here?" he asks. She shrugs and explains that the nuns let her live there. "I can't do much, but they let me help out," she tells him. Audrey watches as Doggett examines the dollhouse. Dollhospital. Whatever. "This is this hospital," he says. "You made this?" Audrey nods slowly. "Why?" he asks. She doesn't know, she says. "I like. To visit it. I sort of go. Inside my head," she stutters. "You go into the model?" Doggett asks. Audrey shrugs and tells him that she likes it there. It's quiet, apparently. "I used to have it all to myself, but then some people showed up. Hospital patients. Your friend," she says. Doggett makes a thoughtful face. "Not so much like tiny people in a model," Audrey qualifies. "But...inside my head. Up here? I guess?" She waves her hands around vaguely. Doggett watches her, a kind expression on his face. "You don't believe me?" she says. Sweetheart, the man died, gotten eaten by a shaman, and was vomited up alive. Deep down, he believes pretty much anything. "You saw some other people besides my friend?" Doggett asks. "Other patients? Can you tell me who they are?" Audrey just stares at him.
Notspital. Stephen wheezes. He says something about living life to its fullest, or some such. Blah, blah, life is short, yada yada, carpe diem, blee blee suck the marrow, blah.
Hospital. Doggett wanders, shell-shocked, out of the elevator. Scully's standing near the nurse's station, hanging up the telephone. Moronica's parents are on their way from Mexico City. "They're coming to say goodbye," she says, with the same level of emotion one might expect from a woman placing an order for a couple of dollar tacos at the local greasy spoon. Less, actually. I'm very enthusiastic about tacos. "They can say hello instead," Doggett announces. "No one's shutting off her life support." He hands Scully a manila folder. She hands him an eyebrow. The folder contains the files of other patients who were declared brain-dead, like Moronica. Don't ask where he got the files, seeing as the nurse who wanted to help him is dead and Audrey can't read...I mean, "and I have a psychic feeling that Audrey can't read." Each of these patients had the same attending physician: Dr. Evil. "He's some kind of Dr. Death," Doggett says. "Gets off on pulling the plug on his own patients." And although that's all the explanation we get for Dr. Evil's nefarious behavior, I'm sticking with that little black market organ-running story, anyway. Come on -- that, at least, makes some sense. He's just nuts? Very weak motivation, people. Anyway, Doggett thinks that Dr. Evil is poisoning his patients in order to kill them. For fun. Or organs. Whatever. Scully finally asks Doggett how he got the names of these patients. "I tell you that, you think I'm crazy," Doggett says. Scully does not laugh and remind Doggett that she used to work with Mulder, the king of the crazy ideas. She merely looks at him. And Doggett just repeats that Moronica is alive. And so is Stephen. And they're going to help them both get back. From wherever.