Scully takes the blond guy into a back room, where we can admire his funky fresh Nike footwear. "Are you Jeremiah Smith?" Scully asks. "No, I...uh," he stutters. Monica, behind Scully, purses her lips in concern. "Can you heal people?" Scully asks. "No," the blond says. Monica makes another face. Scully grabs the blond roughly. "Look, I know who you are," she says, searching his face. A knock at the door interrupts all this face-searching. Monica answers the door, and leaves, telling Scully she'll be right outside if she needs her. Weirdly, Monica is kind of growing on me. I mean, I still hate her and all, but it might be nice for Scully to have a woman to be friends with. They can discuss what a hot baldy Skinner is, and giggle. And then talk about NAFTA and global warming, because women do more than titter about boys and lip gloss all the time, people. Also, maybe Scully can tell Monica where to get some nicer shoes. Scully watches Monica go, and turns back to find Jeremiah Smith watching her. "You're going to expose me," he says calmly. "You're putting people in danger, abductees all over the country. I save them. I'm the only one," he tells her. Scully looks desperate. "Where's Mulder?" she asks, quietly. "You came crashing in here. I was trying to save him," Jeremiah replies. "Where's Mulder?" Scully repeats, urgently. The door opens behind her; it's Skinner, looking grimmer than usual. "You better come with us," he says. Scully looks suddenly, preternaturally, calm, and stares back at Jeremiah Smith. "You must protect me," he tells her. Scully looks back at Skinner, who looks shaken, and sad, and sympathetic. She starts to go out the door, but stops and looks at him. "What is it?" she asks. "It's Mulder," says Skinner.
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.