Out in the middle of the foggy, foggy woods, the bunch of people are standing around staring at something on the ground. Doggett turns away from the group when he hears his fellow agents approaching, looking very, very grim. "Where is he?" we hear Scully calling frantically, before we even see her. Doggett breaks away from the group to meet her as she enters the clearing. Scully runs right into his chest, as Doggett grabs her about the arms to hold her away from the rest of the group. "How bad is he? How bad is he hurt?" Scully shakes free, and runs to where Mulder is lying, covered in a gray blanket, looking real, real bad. Like, real dead bad. Scully's face crumbles, with despair, and love, and disbelief. She falls to her knees and caresses Mulder's dead gray face, pulling on his ear. "No, no, he needs help," she moans, as Doggett lifts her up and literally drags her away. She pushes him away and runs toward the farmhouse.

Running Running Running through the forest. Scully stops in the middle of the woods, and looks up into the night sky to see the UFO heading straight for the compound. She starts up with the running again, and arrives in the clearing just in time to see the ship hovering over the cabin, shining a very, very bright light inside.

Scully races inside the farmhouse, which is full of light, and dust, and wind, and screaming former abductees. Inside the house, the rest of the SWAT team looks completely stunned and awed; everyone is staring into the light. Scully watches helplessly as the light shudders and disappears. "No, no!" she murmurs under her breath, as she runs to where she last saw Jeremiah Smith. The room is, of course, deserted. Scully looks up at the empty sky in despair. "This is not happening," she whispers. She drops to her knees. "No. This is not happening!" Her head hangs back in agony for a moment, as she screams. "NOOOOOOOOOO!"

To be continued, of course.

After a month of The Lone Gunmen -- Krycek!