Back at his own home, Doggett calls his partner, getting her machine. He begins to leave a message, telling Scully that they've caught the perp, but he expresses doubt that the case is actually over. "It's the damnedest thing I ever saw," he mutters into the receiver. He looks bad -- clammy, and flushed and shaken. "What if Tipet was right?" he wonders. "What if I should have let him die?" He apologizes for not making sense, and says that maybe he just needs some sleep. He closes by asking Scully, if she feels up to it, to give him a call. Wearily, he hangs up the phone and looks at himself in a mirror above the receiver. Standing behind him is Tipet. Horrified, Doggett turns around and sees nothing. He's visibly relieved. Slowly, he turns off the downstairs lights and climbs the stairs to his bedroom. Below, at the foot of the stairs, stands a man carrying an ax.

I shake Exposition awake. "What?" he groans. "I'm done for this episode. Although I might have something at the very end, I don't remember." "I'm scared," I tell him. He rolls his eyes and pats me on the knee. "It's just a TV show," he says.

On his back in bed, Doggett wakes up, slowly. Or does he? At any rate, he gets up and gets ready for work, adjusting his dark blue tie in the bedroom mirror. He looks down, fiddles with the tie, and looks up to see that, suddenly, his own third eye has opened. I can't commend Robert Patrick enough for his acting in this episode, and his look of terror and confusion here is spot on. He blinks. All three eyes blink back.

At the Bureau, Doggett (with only two eyes) goes to Skinner's office, looking hunted and confused. Skinner sees him waiting outside the door, and, after totally giving him the once-over -- yes, just like that -- ushers him into the office. Doggett's almost walking in slow motion. Inside Skinner's office, Doggett turns to him with a completely helpless and frightened look. "I'm not sure...I'm awake," he whispers. Skinner just stares at him. "You think this is a dream?" he asks. Haltingly, Doggett explains that, last night, he dreamed that Tipet was in his house with an ax and he thought he woke up this morning, but now he's not sure. He looks the way I feel after I take too many Tylenol PMs, like his head is about ready to float away from the rest of his body. "I thought I was awake, but then..." Doggett hisses. Skinner grins, wryly. "What do you want me to do, pinch you?" he asks. Doggett ignores him, saying that he must be going through what the rest of Tipet's victims experienced. "Everything seemed real, but it was all a dream," he says, hushed. "A dream that ends in their deaths." Skinner looks at him levelly, and reminds him that Tipet is in a coma. "He knows me now," Doggett whispers. "He can enter my dreams." Skinner sympathetically tells Doggett to go home and get some rest. Doggett looks like that's the very last thing he wants to do.