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At precisely 11:21 that night, Mulder came knocking
on Scully’s motel room door. She opened the door to find Mulder grinning.
“Well, Scully? Ready to go UFO watching?” They went to the car and drove
towards “Alien’s Landing.”
Twenty-five minutes later, Mulder and Scully sat
inside the car, waiting about 100 feet away from the burnt ring Scully
had found. She sighed. Waiting for what exactly? she asked herself.
Does Mulder really think a spaceship is going to fly over here, abduct
us, and make us “take them to our leader?” They waited for about thirty
more minutes.
“Well, Mulder? It’s fifteen minutes after midnight.
Can we go now?”
Mulder didn’t answer. He simply stepped out of the
car and walked towards the burnt ring. Scully got out and followed him.
Mulder stopped about halfway there and looked at the sky. He pointed. There
was a bright object flying their way. An immense droning noise filled the
air.
“Mulder!” Scully shouted. “What’s going on?” Then,
suddenly, he disappeared. “Mulder!”
A strange feeling came over her. More accurately,
though, a strange lack of feeling came over her. She felt numb from head
to toe. Immediately, the clearing changed to total nothingness, just glowing
whiteness everywhere. Feeling came back to her. She looked around. She
seemed to be alone.
“Scully!” Mulder’s voice called in the distance.
“Mulder! What’s going on? Where are we?”
“Well, we’re not in Kansas anymore, Dorothy.”
Leave it to Mulder to come up with a joke at a time
like this. At least he didn’t call her Toto.
“I think we’re in the spaceship,” Mulder continued.
“What? That’s crazy, Mulder!”
“Where else could we be?”
“Where are you?”
“I don’t know. Keep talking. I’ll follow your voice.”
“Talk about what?”
“I dunno. You could tell me why my theory is crazy…
Again.”
“Mulder, we can NOT be in a spaceship. To even think
of the possibility of extraterrestrial life, much less the thought that
we were instantaneously transported into a spaceship… It’s crazy, Mulder!”
She saw a figure walking towards her. “Mulder? Is that you?” She could
see Mulder’s face now.
“You alright?” Mulder asked.
“I’m fine. How do we get out of here?”
“You don’t,” a voice said. “Unless they want you
to.”
A young woman in her early thirties stepped out
of the whiteness, followed by men, women, and children of all ages and
nationalities. “If they deem you useless to them, they let you go. If they
think they could use you, well… you’ll probably never see Earth again.”
“How do they know if you’re useful or not?” Scully
was expecting an insane answer.
“If you have the potential to use telepathic powers.”
“That’s crazy.”
“Are you and these other people considered useful?”
Mulder inquired.
“Yes. I’ve been here the longest. About 20 years.”
“What do they need you for?”
“We’re not really sure yet. But we do know that’s
why they perform all those tests. To see if we are able to have telepathy.”
Scully looked around at the people. They all looked
fairly average for the most part. Her eyes fell on a young man about 19
or 20 years old. His hair was blond and looked vaguely familiar. He looked
like a boy in a case early this year. The case that had to do with the
bees and Jeremiah Smith. They were all wearing long white robes.
She then looked at the woman who looked to be their
leader. She looked vaguely familiar with her wavy, dark brown hair, light
brown eyes, and a pouting lower lip. Scully began to see a visible resemblance
between the woman and Mulder. A golden locket hung around her neck. There
was an engraving on it that she couldn’t make out at that distance.
“Um… Mulder…” She began.
Both Mulder and the woman turned to look at Scully.
The woman then stared at Mulder.
“Mulder…?” She said.
Mulder blinked. “Yes?”
“Fox Mulder?” Scully thought she saw a faint glimmer
of hope in the woman’s emotionless eyes.
He nodded.
The woman took a deep shuddering breath. She reached
up slowly and touched his temple. Mulder flinched and took a step back.
She touched his forehead again. Something passed between them. “It can’t
be…” he whispered.
She smiled at him. “Fox? It is you, isn’t
it? Don’t you recognize me, Fox?” Mulder didn’t answer. He simply stared
at her, stunned. “It’s me,” she continued. “It’s Samantha. Your sister.”
He shook his head. “It can’t be. No… You’re not
her.”
Her smile faded. “I am your sister, Fox.”
“How do I know you’re not just another clone?” he
asked. Scully didn’t feel this was the appropriate time to point out that
the clone they saw years ago was visibly, yet only slightly, different
from this woman.
She held up her necklace. The locket glittered.
“That locket…” Mulder breathed. “I gave it to her
for her eighth birthday. It took me forever to save up enough money.” He
spoke almost to himself, but Scully could just barely hear. He looked just
about ready to cry. Tears welled up in his eyes. “Samantha?”
The woman nodded, smiling once more.
Mulder grinned and the woman threw her arms around
him. He began laughing softly; tears now streamed down his cheeks. He hugged
his sister so tightly, Scully wondered if Samantha could breathe.