Scully's, where Moronica has given Crispy a sleeping pill. He obediently takes it. Moronica tells him that they'll talk after he takes a little nap. Scully awkwardly stands in the doorway and wonders how she's supposed to react to all of this. She and Doggett and Moronica leave the room. Crispy rolls over and pretends to sleep.

Scully collapses on the living-room sofa. "So, what now?" she asks. Moronica sits next to her and shoots her a questioning look. "What do you want to do?" Scully clarifies. "Keep it a secret, for starters," Doggett offers. Scully mutters that that won't be hard: "No one's ever going to believe that that's Mulder." Moronica makes a good point, saying that the people who hideously scarred him certainly will. "If he's so afraid, then why did he run?" Scully asks, plaintively. "You still don't believe it's him," Doggett states. Scully makes a thoughtful face. "You know a person in so many ways," she muses. "Ways that a test can't even begin to know." Doggett looks at her sympathetically and offers to run the DNA again, but reminds her that it's a real long shot. "It came up a perfect match," he says. Moronica stares off into the distance. "You ask why he'd run. Think about how hard this must be for him, the way he looks," she says. Scully sighs. "If that was Mulder, I wouldn't care," she says. "But he cares," Doggett says. "He has to." He takes the third seat on the sofa. "Maybe he's ashamed." Scully looks over at him. "Of what?" she asks. "Not just the way he looks," Doggett explains. "But you let him go to protect him, only he couldn't protect himself." Scully thinks about this. "Do you believe that?" she asks. Doggett heaves a giant sigh. "I don't know," he finally admits. All three of them stare into the distance. "We'll have a better sense when he wakes up," Doggett says. Moronica leans back and right into his hand. He ruffles her hair.