Somehow, Moronica ends up in Natalie's room. I don't even know how that happened, but whatever. "Whoever you are, leave me alone!" Natalie cries. "Natalie, I'm Monica Reyes of the FBI," Moronica says. "Oh, God, you? I've heard about you! Get away from me! Get away!" Natalie cries. Not really. Actually, she says nothing, and lets Moronica explain how she's there to help or whatever. "You may be the key to this," Moronica tells her. Oh, wait, what was that? Another key? Another freaking key? Let me add that to my key-chain of keys to the mysteries of this show, along with Mulder, Scully, Samantha, Krycek, CSM, my ass, the goldfish, the Gunman, my mom, Cassandra Spender, Gibson Praise and the MiracleCallHimWhateverYouWantBaby. "I thought he was the normal one," Natalie sniffles. "He was, but he's becoming something," Moronica says. Natalie whimpers about what a shitty kisser Emory is, and Moronica keeps talking, and all I really pick up from her yammering is that they want to make sure Emory doesn't hurt anyone else, or something. Natalie starts grunting and pointing, and sure enough, Emory is right behind them. "Come with me," he says. Natalie asks him what's wrong with him. He's different, he says. He thought she wanted someone different. Not that different, dude. "You killed Bill!" Natalie gasps. "To keep you from being killed," Emory says. Moronica just watches this all play out, until Emory makes a move to leave and take Natalie with him. Putting her hand on her firearm, Moronica tells him to stay where he is. Everyone stares at everyone else.
Rocky's still walking around the Witter/Dick house. The pheromone device starts beeping like mad, and he turns around to see Principal Witter. She opens her mouth and emits the cocooning substance, encasing him totally.
Then Principal Witter races across town to intercept Natalie and Emory. Or maybe they're down…you know, whatever. I have 'nog to make, people. "That little talk you wanted to have with me? It'll have to wait," Emory says, explaining that he and Natalie are leaving and they are so taking the car! Natalie sobs, instead of taking the initiative and kicking him in the insect-y nads. "You'll do nothing of the sort," Principal Witter spits. But Emory insists that she can't kick him around anymore. "You think I don't know what you are?" she asks, telling Emory that she's been trying to tell him that he's a big old bug for weeks now! "You are not like the other kids. You never will be," she says. Natalie just cries.