Clouds. Kobalt. Meditating. Or whatever. I like Moronica's belt. I really want a new -- wow, I'm having problems focusing here, aren't I? So sorry. See, Moronica needs Kobalt's help to find the killer before he strikes again. He can't do that "in here," he says, waving his arms around his cell like a frustrated interior designer. He can't hear the crazy voices very well in this ugly, ugly cell! "I need a larger room," he says, "One with space. And windows. To see the sky. And maybe some nice new window treatments! And a fainting couch! And that gorgeous Mies van der Rohe end-table I saw in Architectural Digest last month!" At this, Moronica stalks out. She loathes the modernists.
Hallway. "You're not going along with it?" Doggett asks. But she is. Doggett, natch, thinks this is a big, big mistake. Moronica insists that Kobalt can help, even if he is faking. "I'm not willing to turn my back on that. Are you?" she asks. Doggett looks at his shoes and thinks about how much he hates his life.
Dr. Sampson drives home, accompanied both by the One Note Piano of Doom and the Foreboding Truck of Death.
So, Kobalt gets his big fancy room and his own big fancy guard. "Agent Reyes believes me," he bitches to Doggett. "But you don't," he says. Doggett gruffs that it doesn't matter what he believes. "I'm wondering. Why a skeptic such as yourself. Would..." I don't know. Kobalt talks so slowly, and I'm reading this really interesting article in Vogue about Afghanistan, and I sort of zoned out there for a sec. Basically, Kobalt wants to know why someone like Doggett is working on something like the X-Files. He thinks there must be "some strong countervailing reason. Seeking the love or approval of a woman, perhaps? Agent Reyes may have affection for [him]. But [he] for her? Of course, it could be someone else." Okay, there it is. The Doggett Loves Scully story arc is properly introduced. Get used to it, because I have a feeling they're going to be shoving it down our throats. I wonder, are there Doggett/Scully 'shippers out there, somewhere? I mean, I really like Doggett. And I, of course, love Scully. Well, the Scully of the Past. But I just don't see the two of them Like That. "Or something else," Kobalt continues to speculate. "Some dark secret from your past." Doggett's finally pissed. "That's enough," he grits. "Something for which you feel responsible. In some morbid way you haven't even admitted to yourself, chasing ghosts will answer the questions which damn you," Kobalt babbles. Huh? I know, he's talking about Poor Dead Luke, but still: huh? Doggett makes a face like, "Actually, I'm in love with a gruff bald man, but whatever." He goes to the door. "I don't have time for this," he tells the guard. "Tell me if he says anything." Of course, at this, the backward whispering starts up and Kobalt has some kind of wacky seizure type thing. Doggett frantically calls for Moronica.