The elevator door opens. It's Doggett, his head roughly where Mulder's had been, mere moments ago. Scully is just standing there, holding the ultrasound, and looking thoughtful. They seem surprised to see one another. "What are you doing?" Doggett asks. Scully shakes the cobwebs out of her head. "I forgot to push the button." Doggett ignores this, and wonders what she thinks they ought to do about the Haskill case. "Nothing," Scully says. Doggett's all, okay then. The doors slide shut, at last.
Zeus Genetics, Germantown Maryland. I'd be concerned about going to a genetics lab named after someone with the unfortunate tendency of transforming himself into an animal and raping helpless women. But that's just me. Zeus Genetics is all white. Everything is white. From the product-placed iMac, to the sofa to the carpet to the walls. White. Like heaven. Evil heaven, where they steal your alien babies. Scully, looking striking with her black suit and her poufy red hair against all that white, strides purposefully inside. No one is there. No receptionist. No patients. "Hello? Anybody here?" she calls. Faint voices can be heard in the background, one of which sounds like a very upset woman. Scully slides out of the reception area and into the hallway, which is equally empty. The voices are louder; one, certainly, is a woman crying. Scully noses around curiously, and peers into an examination room. A pregnant woman with long brown hair is holding her belly, and making crying faces. "There are no similarities between your baby and the others," an unseen male says. "How do you know that? You don't know that," Long Hair says, then spits that she isn't staying there.