The henchmen are all over the school, as Skinner and Scully arrive. Skinner wonders how Doggett got to the School in the Middle of Nowhere before they did, yesterday, anyway. Scully tersely comments that she doesn't know, and complains that Doggett isn't going to find what he's looking for, anyway. Oh, so Doggett is going about this the wrong way? Oh, God, why didn't you say so in the first place? I was so very confused, but now, all is clear to me. Skinner's pants are still belted way too high. Scully morosely comments that the Alien Bounty Hunter is long gone, and "where ever he is, he's three steps ahead of us." Skinner doesn't reply, not because he's long since tuned out Scully's world-weary ramblings, but because he's watching Sympathetic Classmate get on her bike and motor off across the desert. Wow, great security at the School in the Middle of Nowhere, especially considering the fact that it's crawling not only with teachers, but with FBI agents. You'd think they could keep all the kids on school grounds, my God. Out of the corner of his eye, Skinner notices an agent approaching them. He tells Scully to "start walking."

So, they start walking. The agent -- it's Henchman #1, although I suspect it could be "Henchman #1" -- runs behind them. Henchman #1 runs like a little girl, very prance-y. Skinner lets Scully get ahead of him before he stops, turns around, and asks Henchman #1 if he can "talk to [him] a minute."

On top of a cliff somewhere, Sympathetic Classmate rides her bike. Like, right on the edge of a cliff. Yeah, I totally want to send my kids to this school. Scully struggles after her. I'm beginning to lose faith in Scully as a medical doctor; she's pregnant, right? And yet she's wandering around the desert, in the middle of the day, in dark pants, and a dark top, with no water, and no hat. And she's wearing, like, stiletto boots. That's brilliant. And at the very least, I think it's out of character for Skinner to not express some concern about her fumbling all over an area of the United States that gets hotter than the surface of the sun, in her condition, especially when just last week he told her he didn't want her to do anything that could endanger her pregnancy. Ah, logic is a harsh taskmistress.