Michaud has our formerly plucky heroine pull into an alley and park the car. The alley looks very much like the one in Fight the Future, but I suspect that's a bit too much to ask of the continuity folks at 1013. As instructed, Scully walks to the top of the alley and gets into the other car waiting for her there. The Tense Music of Who The Hell Knows What's Going On Here Anymore thonks loudly in the background. At the studio, Mark Snow eats another donut and idly flips through the pages of Juggs. Composing the score to the opening montage wiped him out for the week. Michaud tells Scully to get on the freeway and drive westward until he tells her to stop.
Dark. Driving. Dark. Driving. Dark. Finally, Michaud tells Scully to stop the car. How uncomfortable that must have been for her, driving all that way and holding a phone to her ear. Michaud should have at least left her a hands-free device on the passenger seat. Scully stops the car, looking around nervously. Michaud tells her to get out of the car, but to leave it running. She does. Then she goes around to the back of the car, watches the trunk open as if of its own accord, gets naked, and puts on the clothes she finds back there. All at Michaud's telephonic request. Scully says some stuff about it being the middle of nowhere and he says some stuff about there not being any middle of nowhere anymore (and I beg to differ, because I've driven from Los Angeles to San Francisco, and there are parts of central California which are, officially, the Middle of Nowhere).