NotAlienMiracleBaby(OrIsIt?) Birthing Center. Scully's got all her candles lit, and is giving herself a sort of half-assed sponge bath. Not like that, pervs -- she's fully clothed. Moronica pours more water into the basin. Scully thanks her. The Violins of Girly Bonding swell. "I have to say, with everything I know you must be feeling, you look amazingly beautiful, Dana," Moronica nervously offers. Is she hitting on her? Because that's fine, but now is really not the time, Moronica. ["It seemed a bit of a prelude to me, too. And, yeah. Inappropriate." -- Wing Chun] Scully looks down like, I can't believe you're hitting on me right now, and, also, I'm straight, and sighs. "How do you feel?" she asks. "Any vibrations, Agent Reyes?" Notice how Scully never calls Agent Reyes "Monica," but Moronica keeps calling her "Dana"? It's because Moronica is touchy-feely and Scully is a professional. Or because she's uptight. Whatever. Moronica looks around and sighs. "I don't know," she replies. "I don't know if I'm just being paranoid, but something feels off." Scully looks at her like, that's fucking fantastic. "We need some more water," Moronica chirps, and leaves. Scully just looks off into the distance wearily.

Outside, Moronica gets water from an old cistern pump. She stares at the light in the sky and looks thoughtful. Someone creeps up behind her, grabs her by the neck, and throws her, hard, against a wall. It's Billy Miles. Moronica sprawls against the wall as Billy Miles approaches, menacingly. She grasps a pitchfork, conveniently within reach, and brandishes it in his face. They're having a staring contest when Law Lady comes around the corner and fills Billy Miles with bullets.