Finally, when Scully's wrapping up her old clothes and fiddling with her gun, Michaud walks up. Inexplicably, Scully does not scream, nor demand to know how he survived sitting right in front of a giant exploding bomb in Dallas, but instead just looks at him. Nervously. And then obeys. Irritably. Michaud shuts the trunk, then hits a button on a remote. The car drives off under its own power, then explodes into flames. "My suit!" Scully screams. "You sorry son of a bitch, that was my favorite suit!" Not really. Actually, she just watches the car burn for a moment, then hands Michaud her watch, at his request. "This is ridiculous," she says. "Do you want to see Mulder again?" Michaud asks, examining her timepiece carefully, then giving it back. Scully fastens it, then shakily mentions that the clothes he left for her were her size. "How the hell do you know my size?" she asks. Well, you're teeny. It's not that hard to figure out. But Michaud informs her that he knows pretty much everything about her: her blood type, her resting heart rate, her childhood fear of clowns (huh?), the name of her college boyfriend, the true color of her hair (red, right? Because whenever we've seen a flashback of Childhood Scully, her hair is red. I don't think Ma Scully was dousing little Dana with Miss Clairol at age five), her ATM PIN, her favorite charities, and her pet peeves. "I know you spend too much time alone. And I know. That on one lonely night. You invited Mulder. To your bed," Michaud announces. Scully makes a pained face at this, the ultimate invasion of her privacy. "I was surprised as you are," Michaud says. Scully bites her lip and looks away from him. "Who authorizes you? I mean, what gives you the right...Who are you?" she asks. "I'm the future," Michaud says. "Fight me." Scully cocks a nervous brow. "And I risked my life being here," he adds. Scully huffs and almost starts to bawl. Michaud loudly announces that they need to reach Mulder, or they have no future. "Perhaps no one will," he says. He stares at her. She stares back. Staring. And then Michaud orders Scully to get into yet another car, this one all the way up the road, and to contact Mulder within the next twenty-four hours, or he disappears from her life forever! "You understand, lady?" he asks, waving a set of keys in front of her face. Scully rolls her eyes, reaches up to snatch the keys, then stomps off angrily into the night. So, here's my question: why the hell did she have to change her clothes for that? ["So he could see if she was wearing a wire, maybe?" -- Wing Chun]