As I was walking back towards the house, I noticed that the night was warmer than normal – that an eerie mist was hugging the ground. I stepped gingerly but quickly, as if a normal step would suddenly make my presence known to the creatures lurking in the dark. I kept thinking of what Mulder had said to me earlier on in the day – "Promise me you'll look after yourself. Don't leave the house" – pressing his soft lips to my forehead.
I was halfway to the house when I was roused from my thoughts by an ominous high-pitched sound. I looked around carefully, turned and quickened my pace back to the house. I was at the stoop when I heard my name being called. I turned to see a figure standing at the other end of the field. He kept speaking my name, caressing each letter like it was the most delicate thing in the world. I was spellbound by his voice, I couldn't get enough. I started walking towards it, in a trance...slowly advancing on his form.
I paused and looked up at the dark sky; I saw a brilliant light, far more magnificent then anything I'd ever seen before in my life. I felt weightless; as I looked down I could see that the man had gone. My heart filled with disappointment. I was floating slowly, transcending to the hollowing light. I was not scared; this was all too familiar, for it had been happening to me all my life. And as I was being transported up, all I could think of was Mulder's warning, what he had told me. All I wanted was to stand in my backyard. Then I swear I heard him calling for me, but if he did or not I don't know, perhaps this would have ended better if I had stayed inside. Would it have make it easier for them? I don't think I'll ever be able to answer this.
I woke up suddenly to a weird noise, which I then realized was my sharp intake of breath. I lay there panting, trying to remember what had happened. I didn't know what time it was, nor how long I'd been wherever I was. I tried to take in my surroundings. The temperature wasn't too hot, nor too cold, but it was slightly off, not quite comfortable. The feel of whatever I was lying on was also off. I couldn't move, all I could do was lay there and perish in my own thoughts, mentally berating myself for not hiding in the basement. Right before I went out again, I thought I heard Mulder – trying to find me, the pain in his voice...