"I'm not going," Scully tells Mulder calmly. Mulder snorts in disbelief. "What are you talking about?" he asks. Scully icily informs him that his contact, while "interesting in the context of science fiction," was actually recounting what was, to the best of her recollection, the plot of an episode of Rocky and Bullwinkle. "Eenie meenie, chili beanie, the spirits are about to speak?" Mulder sings. Scully recounts the plot of said episode. It is, indeed, just about exactly what the guy told them. Mulder purses his mouth up in a tiny little circle. "So, you're refusing an assignment based on the adventures of Moose and Squirrel," he asks. (Get it? Because they're Moose and -- oh, you get it). Scully cocks an enormous brow. "'Refusing an assignment'?" she parrots. "That makes it sound like you're my superior." Mulder gets up, his lips a tight little line. "Do what you want, don't go to Philadelphia," he spits. He grabs the file folder away from her. "But let me remind you that I worked my ass off to get these files reopened. You were just assigned, but this work is my life!" He slams the file cabinet shut. Scully looks down at her lap. "And it's become mine," she says quietly. Mulder sort of shakes his head and licks his bottom lip. "You don't want it to be?" he finally asks. Scully sighs. "This isn't about you. Or maybe it is, indirectly -- I don't know," she finally tells him. Mulder leans against the files and looks genuinely concerned. "I feel like I've lost sight of myself, Mulder," Scully says. "It's hard to see, let alone find in the darkness of covert location." (Um, I guess I get what she means, but that sentence seems like it's missing a word. Whatever.) Mulder presses his mouth against his hand. "I wish I could say we were going in circles," Scully continues, "but we're not. We're going in an endless line. Two steps forward, three steps back." Oh, my God. You have no idea, sister. It's only going to get worse. Mulder just looks concerned. "While my own life is...standing still," Scully finishes. "Well, maybe it's good that we get away from each other for a while," Mulder says, after a beat, and gathers up his bags. Scully looks at the desk. "Where will you be?" she asks. Mulder rubs his forehead. "Ironically enough, it's personal," he tells her. "It's a place I've always wanted to go, what I anticipate to be a spiritual journey. I hope to discover something about myself." Scully looks up at him, her lips tightly pursed. "Maybe you should do the same," he suggests. She glares at him. He backs out of the room. Scully takes the rose petal from the Memorial out of her pocket and looks at it thoughtfully before setting it on the desk.