"Scully. Scully. Wake up, Scully," Mulder persisted.

"Mulder. What time is it?" Scully rubbed her weary eyes.

"You don't wanna know."

"I'm going back to sleep. Goodnight, Mulder."

Mulder sighed and looked around Scully's bedroom. He saw her glasses on her dressing table, he saw her golden cross sitting on her bedside table, he saw the Apollo 11 keychain he gave her for her birthday inside the slightly opened beside table drawer and he smiled. But not for long. He shook Scully awake and told her to get dressed.

Two hours later, and they were both sat on a plane to Dallas, Texas. Scully's head rested on Mulder's shoulder, getting the sleep that had been lost thanks to Mulder. Her red hair caressed her face, Mulder gently brushed it away and kissed the top of her head. He stared out of the window and thought about what was up there. The truth? Or lies? His sister? What was up there? His mind wandered as he slept, dreams filling his tired head.

He was awoken by a flight assisstant announcing something about turbulance. She sat down and put het seatbelt on and braced herself. Some other passengers braced, and some had fear pierced on their faces. Mulder gently awoke Scully who saw the faces of people and breathed deeply to calm herself down.

All of a sudden the turbulance kicked in, forcing the plane to visciously swerve around the sky.