Boston General Hospital. Doggett sits in his hospital bed, pressing the call button with increasing irritation. He hollers for the nurse, and peers into the empty hallway. He hops out of bed just as Scully slides into the room, looking stylish in a very nice leather jacket. "Where do you think you're going?" she asks. "To find a nurse. I could be dying in here for all she knows," Doggett grouses. "You're not," Scully calmly says. There is no trace of the organism left in his system, and he's free to go. Doggett, looking relieved, starts to turn to go change, but, remembering the indecent nature of hospital gowns, backs away from her instead. He smirks ever so slightly before disappearing behind the curtain to put on his clothes. Scully hides a smile. She tells Doggett that the mysterious kid has been placed in the care of social services. Plastic surgeons are working on Tubby and Dickhead. The CDC has fired Lyle's ass. Doggett comments that there'll be hell to pay at the Transit Police. Scully disagrees, informing him that there is no proof of contagion anymore. It was all destroyed by the electrical charge Doggett set off in the tunnel. She spouts some scientific-sounding gobbledygook explaining that entire thing, which I still don't really get. Anyway, the long and short of it is that, without that proof, there's no chance that any criminal charge will stick. "Those guys were just doing their jobs," she sighs. The hell? Let the anger out, Dana. It may be harming your alien baby. She tells Doggett that the people of Boston have him to thank for their happy, phosphorescence -free lives. No, Doggett says, she figured it out. No, Scully says, he did. "I was just your eyes and ears," Doggett dismisses. "Agent Scully --" he begins, leveling a Meaningful Stare at his partner. Thinking better of asking the question that he's surely thinking (that'd be, "Are you carrying the possibly alien child of Agent Mulder, or some other as yet unnamed guy?"), he trails off. They exchange glances. "Let's go home," Scully says, and turns to go. Doggett thoughtfully stares after her. "There's some kind of otherworldly parasite living in that woman's uterus, I just know it!" he seems to be thinking.

Next week: the promo promises Mulder, kissing on foreheads, hugs, ultrasounds and alien babies living in jars. The actions figures and I can't wait!