Lush Basement Office. Monica finds Mulder with his feet on his old desk. He tells her that he's researching cases involving visions like the ones Monica described, but he hasn't found anything helpful; the visions in each of the cases he's looked up have turned out to be totally unrelated to the resolution of the case. Monica smiles. "You're wrong," she says. Mulder smiles tersely in return. "I think I know these files," he reminds her. Monica's all, my vision means something! Mulder's all, no, it really doesn't. Monica's all, believe me! Mulder's all, why don't you apply for the upcoming opening here in the X-Files office? "Is that why you won't help [Doggett]?" Monica asks. David Duchovny does this really brilliant "whatever, freakshow," head shake, and tells her that he has a "sick friend in the hospital" and he needs to go. Monica sanctimoniously simps that she hopes Scully gets well very soon. Mulder just walks out the door. "This office needs at least one person with an open mind," she yells after him. Mulder bursts into hysterical, snorting laughter and leaves the building. Actually, he comes back inside the office. "You'll say anything, won't you?" he asks. "Only when I think I'm right," Monica chirps, wide-eyed. Mulder leaves. Lip purse. My founding chapter of the I Hate Monica Club is suddenly overwhelmed with applications for membership.
Middle of nowhere. Side of the road. Jeb strolls out of the woods, looking bloody and holding a gun. He stares at his reflection in the back window of a van. The van's being held up by a jack; a flat tire lies by the side of the road. He's surrounded by flames in his reflection, which reminds me of the current plot on Passions, in which Charity and Miguel and Kay are trapped for what is allegedly all eternity in the fires of hell, which is located, it seems, inside Charity's bedroom closet. I'm pretty sure that at least two of the three of them are going to make it out alive, though. I think that Kay could possibly have to sacrifice herself to save the others, but, on the other hand, she doesn't have a soul because she traded it to the witch, Hecuba, to get rid of Charity so she could have Miguel all to herself, and she might actually be able to settle comfortably in Hades. Anyway, the CGI flames here remind me of that, because, as on Passions, they're pretty cheap-ass. Jeb stumbles to the driver's seat of the car, throws a purse onto the ground and drives off in flurry of murderous dust.