Speaking of people getting called to work in the middle of the night, welcome to Doggett's bedroom. He's sawing logs, all alone in his bed. Ew, not like that. Anyway, the phone rings, and it's the Skinman, making a booty call...er, "asking Doggett to meet him at the Bureau in twenty minutes." For some lovin'. No, because he got a call from a pathologist about a body recovered in the middle of ocean. It's Billy Miles, a young man who was abducted when Mulder was. Doggett's like, so? Skinner's like, "So, I thought we might get some Italian, maybe take in a movie, and then go back to my place and do it, and this is just a pathetic ploy to get you into my car, hot stuff." I mean, "So, now he's alive."

Skinner picks Doggett up in front of the FBI. Dudes, I know it's just a booty call, but I think it's only good manners to pick up one's date at his door. Doggett asks if Skinner told Scully about this latest development. Skinner scoffs that he did not. Doggett agrees to keep his partner in the dark. Because, he says, she "still needs to heal" and she's been having a difficult pregnancy. Skinner sniffs. "I appreciate your concern for Agent Scully," he says, "but I wouldn't have told her anyway, especially considering where we're going." Yes, can't upset the women-folk! Get us too worked up, and our ovaries might burst into flames, searing us from the inside with the blistering heat of our weakness!

So, where are Skinner and Doggett going? That would be the graveyard where Mulder is peacefully interred. The boys spill out of the car, mid-argument. "We're doing more than opening a grave, here," Doggett snarks. Skinner's opening it. Doggett thinks it's insanity! Skinner couldn't live with the doubt!