Skinner steps out of his office. "Scully, Mulder?" he asks. They leap up. "I was drugged!" Mulder announces. Skinner has, really, no discernible reaction to this other than, perhaps, mild disgust. He informs them that they need to get back to Texas. "Ronnie Strickland's body has disappeared. Apparently in conjunction with this, the coroner's been attacked. His throat was bitten." Mulder's eyes are very wide. "The coroner's dead?" he asks. Skinner furrows his ample brow. "No. His throat was bitten. It was sort of...gnawed...on." Mulder and Scully exchange looks. "Daylight's burning, agents," Skinner says, and shuts the door. I'm so going to start using "daylight's burning" in my day-to-day discourse from here on out, if I can manage to work it in. Man, why doesn't my job require that I use snappy lingo? I mean, you can only say "freeze, mother! I'm armed" in the copy room so many times before people start thinking you're a little addled. This is why it would be so much fun to be in the FBI, I think. I mean, just for all the catchphrases. Scully turns to Mulder. "But...he was dead," she says. Mulder puts his hands on his hips. "I noticed that," he says. "With a stake through his heart," Scully continues. "I noticed that, too," he says.

Chung chung over to Chaney's dark graveyard, where Mulder and Scully are snooping about with flashlights. Scully hisses that she doesn't know why Mulder thinks they'll find Ronnie Strickland there. Mulder explains that tradition dictates that a vampire return to his native soil. Scully is still wondering why an actual vampire would need plastic fangs. Mulder shrugs that the fangs are more the work of Bram Stoker than anything else. "I think you were right before when you said this was a guy who watched too many Dracula movies," Mulder says. "He just happens to be a vampire." Well...okay. But why didn't the stake kill him, then? Was it because the coroner took it out? I guess I'm just used to the Buffy style of vampire that disappears in a giant poof when staked. Scully sighs and looks around the dark cemetery. "So, where the hell is he?" she asks. Mulder shrugs that maybe he's with his family, the people who were planning to sue the FBI for millions upon millions of dollars. Scully explains that the family's mail goes to the Chaney post office. "No home address?" Mulder muses. They're both looking thoughtful when Luke pulls up in the squad car.