Scully comes out of the examination room as the sheriff explains that they've got "lots of files" on this particular case, but, he warns them, they never even had a suspect. He skitters off to get the papers, as Scully and Doggett eye one another. She tells him that Billy is a perfectly healthy seven-year-old boy...who just happens to have been born seventeen years ago. Hey, Billy can legally drive! He'll be the most popular second-grader in school! Doggett and Scully think about this strange and unexplainable fact, as the Underwoods scurry up the hall. Mom Underwood, chipper as hell and not, seemingly, concerned by this whole rip in the space/time continuum thing, trills that this is "a miracle!" She asks Scully if they can just take him home. Doggett says he'd like to speak to the kid first.

In the examination room, Billy is nicely covering a piece of paper with a bunch of symbols, which look, basically, like the stick-figure thing from The Blair Witch Project. Doggett introduces himself. Billy is spectacularly unimpressed. The Underwoods watch as Doggett tries to sweet-talk Billy into blabbing. Billy ignores him. Scully looks concerned. Doggett reassures the stone-faced child that "bad things" didn't happen to him "because [he] was a bad boy" and asks Billy to help him find the "bad guy who took [him] away." Billy draws and draws and draws. Doggett, nonplussed, takes Billy's backpack out of a bag, and hold it in front of him. He promises Billy that he'll get his backpack back when he talks. Billy reaches for the backpack, and Doggett holds it just out of reach. Outside, Mrs Underwood, overcome with indignation, runs inside, and scoops Billy up. "He's just a little boy!" she spits, as she races out of the room with her son in her arms. With all due respect, Mrs Underwood, your little boy is, legally, only one year away from being allowed to vote. I suggest you register him as a voter in the state of Florida, as it's unlikely that anyone there will notice anything amiss. Or care. Doggett sighs. In Doggett's defense, he was really rather nice to Billy. Mrs Underwood dashes out. Mr. Underwood, looking henpecked, trails her.

Scully slams open the door to the examination room, which, truth be told, looks rather like a psychiatrist's office. Not that I know firsthand. Although I have good reason to suspect that I will soon enough. But enough about me. Scully wants to know if Doggett thinks this is "a game." He doesn't. Has he really worked kid cases? He has. They talk, but it's very boring, and the basic upshot of it is that he thinks Billy can direct them to whoever kidnapped him. Scully wants him to be nicer, because Billy is only seven. Doggett storms out after he spits that, since Billy isn't sick, he "can talk." Scully pouts. I wonder if I ought to do my hair like hers. It's so pretty. Hers, not mine.