She was floating over a field of spring lilies, light as a cloud and feeling as happy as she could ever remember. The world was fine, the world was ALL RIGHT, and she, Dana Scully, was fine, too. She began to smile, and felt that smile loop so wide it joined at the back of her head. Then, a shadow appeared on the landscape of her world.
Strange hands gripped her shoulders...strong hands...the hands of a man. He smelled like new clothes, expensive cologne, and something else...something familiar which hung on the edge of her mind, but was unidentifiable. Lips found her breasts, tracing them, sucking them. She moaned.
His mouth moved down her body, and Dana's world, no longer peaceful, roiled. As he parted her legs and entered her, she writhed with both pleasure and pain. At the moment of climax she cried out, and fell, fully aware, into this world. Her blue eyes opened wide and she gasped.
"I've always wanted to do that", he said. "From the moment I first saw you."
She drew away from him, backing into the head board of the bed. "You son of a bitch! You drugged me! You cigarette smoking son of a bitch!"
He gave her a half smile, flipped a Morley from the pack and lit it. "Get dressed," he said.