Credits. Okay, a couple of things about that teaser: (a) Good use of the Sad, Sad Piano. Mark Snow is my composer boyfriend again. (b) And the monologue? Don't shoot me, but I almost liked it. I don't know; it didn't really make sense, but it was all sad and pretty, and featured the subject of item c. (c) Muuuuuuuuuulder!
After the commercials and a nice long nap, we return to more stop-action-looking footage of Scully. I think it's surveillance photography, actually. This time, she's wandering around a train station, nervously consulting her watch. The camera focuses on the back of her head.
Fade to Scully and William walking into the Federal Grounds Internet Café. There's a Legal Grounds coffeehouse right by my house. In addition to java, they dispense free legal advice. Isn't that clever? I wonder if Federal Grounds dispenses, like, subpoenas. Anyway, Scully rolls the baby inside the café, right past a sign reading "Cheese Specials." Indeed. The number-one cheese special is "gorganzola," a word that is very, very similar to my non-Mighty Big TV email address. I think I'm going to take that as a shout-out. It's as close as we're going to get, anyway. So thanks, 1013! Scully exchanges pleasantries with the barista, who clearly knows her, and snags a big mug of her regular. Finally, she rolls the sprog over to a table conveniently located near a big picture window, the better at which to be spotted by people who know she has a computer at home, and who will very easily put two and two together and figure out that she's not just surfing for porn. Seriously, Scully? Go to Kinkos. The bad guys will never look for you there, although the light's not nearly as flattering.