It was another chase that would lead to dead ends and more questions than answers.
Scully had told him no, not today. It was New Year's Eve and she hadn't seen her mother for months.
She'd hung up, gotten dressed, and headed out.
She'd driven through congested streets, weaved through traffic, and greeted her mother with a smile and a hug.
He'd hung up, gotten dressed, and headed out.
He'd driven through congested streets, weaved through traffic, and had been greeted to an abandoned building and a feeling of dread.
The sound of the blast was engulfed by the sounds of fireworks at midnight, joyful cheering, and drunken singing of Auld Lang Syne.
The sound of a dial tone was engulfed by the sounds of Dick Clark's voice on the television, the joyful babbling of Scully's nephew Matthew, and the off-key singing of Auld Lang Syne by her brother Bill.
It was another chase leading to dead ends and more questions than answers.