Down in the Lush Basement Office, Doggett confabs with a guy named Joe, who seems to be an old friend, and which is a huge shout-out to me, because one of my best friends is named Joe, and we like to pretend that we're in the FBI. Yes, we're lame. Anyway, Joe tells Doggett that he looked at Haskill's prints, and, weirdly enough, they match the prints of a man by the same name who's allegedly been dead for quite a few years. The creepy music rackets up, all swirly and scary. Joe comments that Doggett has a real spook on his hand. Doggett cocks a brow and says that, at the very least, they've got a real "snake in the grass."
At the Army Hospital from Hades (get it? Zeus? Hades? Okay, that was a stretch.), Hendershot is being induced. She looks up at Scully nervously, and asks how long this going to take. Scully takes her hand and tells her that it ought to take four to twelve hours. Hendershot sighs. "All my life I wanted children," she anvils. "Now, I'm afraid of what's growing inside me." Scully gulps. "I don't even know how it happened," Hendershot continues. "You mean getting pregnant?" Scully raises her eyebrows. Hendershot explains that she had a boyfriend, but she counted the days, and there was no way. No. Way. Scully gulps really, really hard. Hendershot weepily says that she's sure it's an abduction. Scully makes a huge worried face, as Dr. Mumble enters the room to fetch her.