Police station. Randall has declined representation. Tammy is missing, but the FBI in Wyoming (why Wyoming? I don't know) is on alert. Scully waxes poetic about Randall's devotion to irritating Tammy, as stunned by his love for such an annoying individual as I am. Randall, for his part, sits in the interrogation room, and looks through wall after wall, until he finds what he wants to look at: a mug shot of Tammy on an FBI computer, presumably one in Wyoming. Why he isn't using his super-powerful x-ray vision to just watch Tammy wherever in the world she happens to be hiding out, I really don't know. I guess I don't know as much about x-ray vision as I thought I did. Yet another depressing truth about my life.