Tommy sits at his desk and draws pretty pictures. Moronica and Doggett confab. "How's he doing?" Doggett asks. "He's a hell of a lot calmer than I'd be," Moronica says. That's because he's evil. Capital E, capital VIL. "Whatever those things were, they're gone," Doggett says. He has no idea where the hell they went, though. Then he goes and sits with Tommy, complimenting his artwork. Tommy responds noncommittally. Moronica makes her maternal face and tells Tommy to tell Doggett what he told her. "Those are the monsters that hurt my mom," Tommy shares. "But my dad says I'm not supposed to talk about it." Cue the Sad Oboe of Evil Kids With Dead, Dead Moms.
In the living room, Jeffrey wonders why he has to be interrogated in his own home. "Tell me what we're dealing with," Doggett asks, as Leyla watches. "Don't tell me you don't know, because you're not going to like what happens next. You knew those things were in the room with your son. You held the door shut, you son of a bitch!" Mad Doggett is white hot, yo. How much do I want to be the meat in a Mulder/Doggett manwich? You know it. Jeffrey pushes up his sleeves to reveal a patchwork of scars. "That's what they did to me," he says. "They almost killed me one time before." Doggett asks what "they" are. Jeffrey shrugs: "All I know is, they won't leave us alone and I'm dealing with them the best way I can. Now it's too late." Doggett wonders why, exactly, it's too late. "They mean to kill every one of you, and there's nothing you can do to stop it," Jeffrey says. Well, he's just a shiny ray of sunshine, isn't he? Jeffrey stomps off. Leyla tells Doggett that she doesn't think Jeffrey was telling them the whole truth. "No kidding," Doggett spits. Leyla thinks they can kill those wacky insect things. "Because I don't know what else he would have been burying when we showed up tonight," she says. How about a drifter he killed with the back of his shovel? Or a young hitchhiker he stabbed to death with a pitchfork? Or, like, a groundhog that he poisoned because it was digging up his vegetable garden? Just some suggestions.
Over at Casa Scully, the woman of the house is autopsying a cat on the kitchen table. She'd better call Mulder and ask him to stop by Crate and Barrel on the way home from the dry cleaners to pick them up some new salad tongs. Scully's wearing an apron that says "Something Smells Gooo-ooood." Heh. Gabe looks nauseated as Scully slices into Miss Kitty Fantastico. "You've got to be freaking kidding me," he mutters. "I can't believe you're cutting up a cat on your kitchen table." Scully hisses at him to keep his voice down, so he doesn't wake "[her] baby." Gabe glances over at the Chamber of Secrets where the baby slumbers, an interested look on his face. Clearly, he's heard tell of the Wondrous Child Born of Woman Barren and Man On The Lam. Scully continues slicing and dicing, and Gabe edges closer to the table and asks why the cat is so darn important. "Because it seems like poor Spanky here seems to have chewed through his own stomach," Scully says, pointing out that this isn't really normal behavior. It's like the cat committed suicide. Just like his owner, Tommy's Really Most Sincerely Dead Disemboweled Ma. The wounds are even in the same place. "If we figure out why, well, then, you'll have something really good to share with your little friend Leyla Harrison, won't you?" Scully asks. Gabe thinks about this, then nods. "True, that," he says. Shout-out? Probably not. The phone rings, and Scully asks Gabe to "hold the chest open" with a pair of tongs. He makes a face, but obeys. It's the Evil Mountain Town's Sheriff, returning La Scully's call. Scully tells the man that she's trying to reach three "colleagues" who are paying a not entirely friendly visit to the Evil Kid, Disemboweled Ma, and Bad Dad Family Compound. The Sheriff sniffs that he was just at the EKDMABDF Compound, at Evil Tommy's Car-Stealing Grandma's request. The boy looked fine, the Sheriff tells Scully, but he had a scuffle with Bad Dad Jeff, and took off. He'd be happy to go check on her friends, but the roads are icing up mighty bad like. Scully asks him to do it anyway. Nicely.