He rolls over, and finds her lying beside him, wide awake. He rolls towards her, and wraps his arm around her waist. He feels her chest rise, and fall, and he can sense her uneasiness. They have recently realized how deep the government conspiracy runs. She has been able to cure Mulder of his illness, and has had some success in vaccinated others. Finding their son proved far more complicated than either of them ever anticipated. Soon after beginning their search she learned that a third party took her son from the home in which he was placed. Initially she had considered that it was the government in an attempt to use him to unlock secrets. The truth of the matter is that the family whose care her son had been placed into was hired by the government to begin with. In her attempt to protect her son she had placed him in harm's way. Someone close to them had figured this out, unbeknownst to either herself, or Mulder. The boy was swiftly removed by someone close to them.

She asks herself how Skinner could have known. How could he have seen what she had been so blind to? He used contacts he had made along the way to remove the child from the family he was placed with. For nearly fifteen years the boy had been closer than either of them ever imagined. Their son had been under Walter's care. He was safe. He had saved Mulder's life, and his mother had been played like a fiddle. Not to draw the boy out of hiding, as Scully had suspected. Instead Scully had been used as a tool to increase the hybrid population.

It has been nearly two months since the outbreak, and as quickly as it began it ended. They know it is only a matter of time before the period of peace ends. It is only the calm before the storm. She thought she would sleep better knowing where their son was, but it doesn't seem to help. She feels responsible for what is to come. The fact that their son is merely down the hallway does nothing to lessen her guilt, or fear. She thought that her immunity was the gift, or curse she had been given for being used as a tool in this complex government plot engendered in conspiracy. Today's events make her question this. As she wrestles with sleep she wonders if she is still being used as a tool of the syndicate.

All along their goal was to increase the hybrid population. She feels highly unsettled as Mulder holds her. She can't shake the feeling, even as she knows her son is asleep just twenty feet away. She wriggles free from Mulder's grip, and exits the bed. Her bare feet hit the wood floor, she doesn't recoil even as the cold surface presses against the soles of her feet. She exits the room, and heads down the hallway. She stops in front of a wooden door, which is slightly ajar. She pushes the door open, and enters the room. She finds the TV on, and a teenager sitting at the end of his bed. He looks up at her, and grins. Without a word he turns off the game, and crawls underneath his covers.

Once she is satisfied that he is tucked in for the night she exits the room, closing the door behind her. She heads down the stairs into the kitchen. She turns on the light above the sink, and turns on the tap. She reaches into the cabinet removing a mug. She allows the mug to fill with water, and places it in the microwave. She pulls a box of chamomile tea out of the cabinet, and waits for the water to warm. Once the water is heated she drops the bag into the mug. She takes a seat at the table, and watches the tea as it steeps. She hears footsteps approaching her, but she doesn't look up. She stares motionlessly into her mug. The chair beside her pulls out, and he takes a seat next to her. Mulder breaks the silence that has enveloped their home. A home that should be filled with joy, happiness, and gratitude at a seemingly fairytale ending. The dark circles under her eyes, and the far-away look in her eyes tells him she is still being tormented by something.

"Dana," he begins.

She doesn't shift her glance to look at him. She inhales, and exhales, but her facial expression doesn't change. He reaches out, and touches the back of her hand, which rests on the surface of the table.

"Talk to me," he implores, "What are you thinking about?"

"What if Clyde Bruckman was right all along?"

"Scully, what are you talking about?"

"What if I don't die?"

He shakes his head, and rolls his eyes, "Scully you are not immortal."

"What if I am?"

"Why are you thinking about that?"

"What happened to you, to all of those people, it is only the beginning, Mulder. They knew what would happen. They knew the solution that I would come up with. I was used like a pawn to create a vaccine that would essentially create a hybrid population boom. This is only the tip of the iceberg. If this is the world that is being formed, I certainly don't want to be someone who is immortal."

"You are being paranoid," he tells her.

"Am I?"

"Yes," he insists.

"Those people are alive because of me."

"Scully that is a miracle."

She shakes her head, "Most of the people who were able to survive the vaccination were of child-bearing age. Do you think that is a coincidence?"

"People of child-bearing age tend to have better chances than the very young, or the very old. Scully what are you getting at?"

She doesn't answer him. His eyes widen as she removes the tea bag from her cup.

"Are you suggesting that there is going to be a baby boom?"

"That is exactly what I am suggesting."

"To what end, Scully?"

"To create more hybrids."

"Like our son?" He raises an eyebrow, "Our son is perfectly normal. He is fine."

"We are only beginning to see what he is capable of."

"What would the purpose behind this be?"

"Do you really have to ask that, Mulder?"

"Extinction?" The words clumsily fall from Mulder's lips like a ton of bricks.

"Total eradication of the entire human race."