A/N Just a shorty. I don't own this Mulder fellow at all. Also, if you missed the sixth chapter I put up, you should go back and read it. I think it's chapter 2a.

Mulder fumbled with his apartment keys. He had been at a Moe's a block down wasting a month's pay on Corona Lites and Joey Bags of Donuts. After his day he felt he deserved it. The door swung open with a deep creak. The apartment was a mess, much like Mulder often was. He stepped over the pile of mail that had accumulated on the other side of the door and slipped on a credit card offer. He smashed into the kitchen table. It splintered and sliced his forehead open. Mulder tried to drag himself up but he began to vomit and the strength gave out from his arms and he collapsed into his own excess. As conciseness fled him, Mulder focused on only one thing – the unborn child he would never have.