Meanwhile, over at the FBI Training Academy in Quantico, "Dr. Dana Scully" is writing her name on a blackboard in front of a large class of blue-polo-shirted students. She finishes the "y" with a flurry, and turns to face the class. I'm not sure if I'm totally behind Scully's New Kinder, Gentler Hair, but I love her navy blue suit. It's very Tom Ford's First Collection for Gucci. When was that, 1995? You know, the line with those great close-cut velvet pant suits? I still want one of those. Anyway, her suit is similar to that, and she's wearing a lighter blue wide-collared shirt and it just looks great. Perfect for a teacher of forensic pathology, which is what Scully announces she is teaching. "For the past eight years, I was part of a unit known as the X-Files," she tells the class. Much murmuring ensues. "Some of you may have heard of it," Scully comments wryly. "Ever slay a vampire?" some guy calls out from the back of the lecture hall. "Sorry to disappoint you, but this is a class in forensic pathology," Scully repeats. "An X-File is a case deemed unsolvable by the Bureau," she begins, and explains that when science can not explain something, then -- and only then -- is the time to look for "other explanations. A vampire, perhaps." Or a guy that crawls up people's butts! Or a man that looks like a bat! Or a guy who vomits up dead people! "Science tells us, however, that evil comes not from monsters, but from men," Scully pronounces. "No, actually, mostly from monsters." Mid-blah blah, Scully looks up and sees Doggett entering the classroom. He looks perturbed.