Mulder's apartment. Okay, sidebar. I was talking to a friend of mine about this episode, and she very astutely pointed out how absurd it is that Mulder's apartment is untouched, down to the fish, even after he was proclaimed dead and then buried. Sure, he's missing, and Scully clings to the hope that he'll be coming back, and refuses to let his apartment go, going over after work and on weekends to dust and feed the fish and cry into Mulder's dress shirts, but after she buried him? Hello, a Georgetown graduate student with a trust fund should occupy that apartment right now. And Mulder could stay at Scully's. Which advances the plot anyway. But why does Chris Carter conveniently forget that fact? So that he can make a joke about the goddamned fish; one of them is dead. And then Scully gets to tear up and comment that the fish wasn't as lucky as Mulder. And look all sniffily apprehensive. And then they can stare at each other plaintively. And then she can tell Mulder that she doesn't know if he'll "ever understand what it was like, first learning of [his] abduction, then searching for [him] and finding [him] dead, and now to have to [him] back," and then she can smile wanly, and he can look at the floor and I can scream at the TV that no, Mulder has no idea what it's like to have a partner abducted by aliens and/or presumed dead, with the exception of those times when Scully herself was abducted twice and then had what was presumed to be terminal freaking cancer. And don't give me that shit about how it would be hard to work that into the dialogue, because all Mulder had to do was smile and remind her that, oh yes, he understands it just fine. "All my prayers haven been answered," Scully breathes. Mulder glances at her belly. "In more ways than one," he says. Scully looks down. "I'm happy for you," Mulder remarks awkwardly. "I think I know how much that means to you." They look at each other, Scully rather pleadingly. This is the part where you talk about the father of the baby, people. People? Hello? Someone? Scully, tell Mulder that you're knocked up and don't know how it happened. Mulder, ask if this means that your boys can swim after all. Someone, say something, for the love of all that's holy and true! "Mulder," Scully whispers. Mulder looks out the window. "I don't mean to be cold or ungrateful," he says, "I just don't know where I fit in. Right now. I just, um, I'm having a little trouble processing," he explains. Scully stares at him balefully. What the...?