Back with Gibson, and ABH Skinner, Scully looks askance. Gibson sees her and shakes his head furiously, indicating that Skinner is, you know, not really Skinner. Okay, I think I figured out the speaking/non-speaking thing. The Alien Bounty Hunter has the ability to speak, but they don't know what to say, generally. Right? And this time, because the Alien Bounty Hunter, in the form of Sympathetic Classmate, overheard the Skinner/Scully Argument in the parking lot, he knew what Skinner would say to her. Right? Okey-dokey then. Moving along.
Scully pushes her way into Gibson's new room, and ABH Skinner grabs her by her neck and throws her, hard, into the wall. Gibson tries to make a run for it, and, as ABH Skinner turns and reaches for him, Scully grabs her gun and nails him, right through the kill point on the back of the neck. Green blood boils out of the wound, and Scully drops her gun and begins to cry. Hormones, they're a bitch. That, plus having to shoot the only person you trust anymore -- despite the fact that it isn't, really, him in there -- that sucks, too.
Doggett has begun to search the hospital for Scully, who is still lying on the floor, sobbing, as ABH morphs from Skinner back to his ABH face and then melts into a pile of green toxic waste. I hate it when that happens.
Doggett, calling Scully's name, finally bursts into the room. I don't know why neither he nor Scully is having an adverse reaction to the green blood stuff, but I've obviously forgotten all the myriad rules and regulations that surround the substance. Doggett walks right through the goo to Scully, takes her in his arms, and screams that "an agent needs help." She cries. He looks shell-shocked. Gibson just stands there.
Kersh's office. He's reading Doggett's report. He sniffs that they're lucky it all happened in the hospital and that he ASSUMES the hazardous materials that CAUSED ALL THIS must have been MEDICAL. Doggett says that remains undetermined. "So MUCH here is UNDETERMINED," Kersh snaps, "as remains the whereabouts of MULDER." Kersh snips that Doggett's report "reads like science fiction." Doggett looks at him. "You mean, it reads like an X-File," he says. Kersh's head explodes all over the room. Not really. He just glares. Doggett tells Kersh that "that's what [Kersh] intended" when he assigned Doggett to the case. Kersh, King of Scrapy-ness, tells Doggett that HE'LL ask the QUESTIONS, and that Doggett better not come back until he has some DAMN ANSWERS. He then dismisses Doggett and does back to reading his copy of MAD magazine.