Upstairs, Mousy wakes up again, and this time she goes downstairs to investigate. Chris Carter opens his dog-eared copy of You Won't Be Right Back; 674 Clichés of the Horror Film, notes that a) Mousy has failed to turn on a light or grab a flashlight, b) Mousy is a frail female in a white nightgown, and c) the aforementioned thunder and lightning, and leans over to his PA and whispers, "She's a goner."
Which she is, of course. The instant Mousy gets to the porch, where she finds ManBat masticating on the remains of her husband, and starts screaming hysterically, ManBat jumps her, too. I hate it when that happens, yo.
Up on the roof of the house, the weathervane sways, and the little red eyeballs of the iron bat mascot light up. Evilly.
Credits. Even newer than last week and even less improved. I miss Duchovny being in the credits, I hate the new Doggett/Scully Crime-Fighting Blipvert, and I am annoyed to see that Mulder is still falling backwards into Scully's eyeball. Dear Chris Carter: The new credits really, really suck. Get rid of them. Seriously. I mean it. Thanks! Love, Jessica "I'm really not kidding about how much I hate the credits. No shit. I hate them," Bitchcakes.
Star Date: Mulder's office. Scully stands in front of his abandoned desk, and fingers Mulder's nameplate. Ew, not like that -- he's still AWOL, you perv. She picks it up, and looks at it plaintively. She holds the nameplate in front of her belly (or, if you will, her ALIEN BREEDING GROUND), and says aloud, "Possibly alien spawn, this is your Daddy. Or all that remains of him on this earth. I think. Actually, he may not be your father. I don't actually know if your father is even human. In fact, I have no idea where you came from, or if you're trying to kill me, slowly, from within. Whatever. Later, we're going to listen to Mozart and I'm going to talk to you in German."
Actually, it's all rather touching. Scully looks thoughtfully at Mulder's nameplate, and she does hold it right in front of her slightly larger belly as she does so, and is just about to place it in one of the desk drawers when she hears men laughing and talking, saying something about "down here" and "crazy ideas" somewhere in the hall. She looks up just as Doggett and two of his cronies walk into the room. They stop dead when they see her. Doggett awkwardly greets her. She gives the three of them the stank-eye, and Doggett promptly dismisses his friends. Scully informs him, tersely, that she's not there "to be a curiosity. [She's] here to work." Doggett tells her that he is too, and that he spent the weekend and all morning going over every X-file in the office. The office which, and correct me if I'm wrong, burned to the ground not so long ago. With all the files in it. Continuity, thou art a harsh mistress.