Spartanburg, South Carolina, just off Interstate 85. Phone booth. Jeb. Some lady raps on the glass and tells Jeb she got a flat tire a bit down the street. Good luck with that, lady.
Scully's hospital room. Doggett is still standing over her bed, staring. Scully wakes up and wonders what he's doing. He's just checking up on her, he says. She manages a weak smile and admits that she feels "all druggy." Doggett pours her a glass of water, and tells her that he and Mulder have been worried about her. He makes his haunted face yet again. Scully wonders what's the matter -- Monica's not the only empathic one on this show! He asks what made her believe, finally. Oh, the giant spaceship. Or being abducted. Twice. Or watching Mulder get sucked into the air by a giant alien ship. Whatever. Actually, she says she just realized at some point that she was simply afraid to believe. Then she falls back asleep. Doggett gazes at her, and turns to go. Then he looks back at her. The seagulls begin to scream some more, and Doggett has yet another "haunting" vision, once again of Monica in the middle of the woods, turning to look at him. Scully opens her eyes. "Why do you ask?" she says. "Some other time," Doggett sighs.
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.