Internet Café. I think. Whatever, Scully's at the computer. "I hold no hope you can respond to this," she types. "Or that it reaches you. I only hope that you are alive." My old pal, the Oooooooh EEEEEEHHHHH Ohhhhhh Music cranks it, old-school, on the soundtrack. "I cannot help believing that you jumped off that train because you knew what I now know. That these Super-Soldiers, if that's what they are, can, in fact, be destroyed. That the key to their destruction lies in the iron compound at that quarry. I am scared for you, Mulder. And for William. The forces against us are unrelenting. But so is my determination. To see you again. To regain the comfort and safety we had for so short a time. Also, the hot sex. Until that time, I remain, forever yours, Dana." Scully cocks a determined and familiar-looking eyebrow and looks over her email. Beside her, William coos. She smiles at him, finally, and rubs his soft little baby cheek. And hits "send." Oooooooooooh AAAAAAAhhhhhh. Ehhhhhhh AAHHHHHHHHHHH!