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"I can't go. You unrolled me," Genia said simply.

Scully stared at her while Mulder chuckled.

"Looks like you got yourself three wishes, partner," he teased. Scully turned to him, opening her mouth, but closed it without commenting. It was late, she was tired and not in the mood for games.

"Good night, Mulder," she sighed, deciding to go home, while completely ignoring Genia's presence.

"Scully, wait!" Mulder made his panic face. "What about your wishes?"

"Mulder, I don't believe…"

"You don't have to believe it, Scully," he insisted. "You can have a scientific proof, right here, right now!"

"I'm really not in the mood…"

"What's the problem, Scully? Are you afraid to face the truth? To be proven wrong, and me right? Come on, Scully, this is our chance, once for all!"

"Mulder, this is ridiculous!"

"If you want," Genia interrupted them. "You can give up your wishes and I'll be on my way."

"That sounds wonderful," Scully sighed, knowing very well that Mulder wouldn't let her get out that easily. When he got his mind on something he wouldn't let go, forgoing reason and intellect.

"No!" Mulder objected, just as Scully predicted. "No, she doesn't want to do that! Come on, Scully, what do you wish for?"

"Other than a long bath and a good night's sleep?" she asked longingly. Mulder didn't take a hint, of course he didn't!

"Yes, Scully, other than that!" he urged her. "Something grand! Think big! Think of the difference you can make for your life, or our work, or heck, for the whole humanity!"

"I just wish you'd stop talking," she said sincerely, suppressing a yawn.

"Done," she heard Genia behind her and turned towards her, confused. "What do you mean?"

"Your wish is granted," Genia smiled. Scully just stared at her for a second, afraid to turn back to Mulder. He couldn't be right, not this time, not about something like this, not… Oh God! She remembered Mr. Gilmore and his sealed mouth. If this woman somehow did that to Mulder, she was going to kill her, Genia or not! And then…

Mulder will never forgive her!

He wasn't talking anymore, that was certain. Scully slowly turned back to him, her heart racing. She was afraid, very afraid. It was one thing to be the voice of reason for his crazy theories, but without his belief her skepticism just wasn't as strong.

She silently begged him to speak again, just to prove that he can. But he didn't and her heart sunk in her heels when she finally saw him. He didn't look like Mr. Gilmore, that's true, but the sight in front of her was something much, much worse.

And he… It… didn't talk, all right! It… He… barked.