They won't believe you.
Why not?
Because you won't believe yourself.
You won't find her.
Yes, I will, even if I die trying.
Why waste your life on a lost cause?
I have to find her, and no one, not even you will stop me.
She's dead, Mulder. Stop searching.
She's not, I know she's not. I can feel it.
Twenty years and still not a trace. How do you expect to find her after so long?
I will, I promise you that.
You won't.
I will.
What makes you think you'll find her?
Nothing. I just know.
He leaned back in his chair. "You won't."
I… He paused. He wasn't sure. He might never find her. He might be searching till his grave. And then some. He'll never be at peace. This was what his life meant. This was his reason for living. The Cancer Man had lied, just like he always did. His sister was alive. She was alive, somewhere, and he would find her. He didn't care how of when or why.
You lie. You always lie. You don't want me to find her. You don't want me to see what you would do to her. I will find her, old man.
Mulder woke up form the dream. He knew what it meant. The Cancer Man had only let him see what he needed to end his curiosity.
His sister was alive, and she was still with the Cancer Man.