Filling His Shoes
Missing Scene: Patience
The door had hardly swung shut when the first tears began to fall. Slowly at first, but quickly turning to a waterfall they fell, soaking her shirt, her jacket, her hair. As the tears sped up they became accompanied by sobs, each gasp a minute piece of her heart dripping to the floor as though her entire being was melting into the earth. Where was he? Where was he? When would he come back? These seemed to be the only questions she ever asked herself any more, the only thoughts that filled her day: when would Mulder come home. She would give anything to see him again, to hold him, to kiss his lips and tell him of the emotions that burned brighter every day in her breast. The sobs continued, the mind-numbing pain surrounding her, the hopelessness. How would she raise this child, alone? How would she ever move on without Mulder? How long could she convince herself that he was still out there? That there was any hope of him coming home.