Frohike was going to be heading up to come get Mulder and Scully within a few hours. Mulder woke Scully, and after they both showered and got changed, Scully peaked out the window and saw snow flurries starting to fall.

"Good thing our clothes are dry…mostly." Scully muttered.

"Frohike and Byers should be here within two hours. Then we can get going."

Scully reached up to grasp the cross around her neck, when she realized that she didn't have it. She tried to pass it off as scratching an itch, which did not go unnoticed by Mulder.

"This is going to be taken care of, Scully. Things will go back to normal."

"The thing is- I'm not even sure if I know what normal is at this point." Scully said, sitting on the bed. "Constantly running to… or from something…literally not knowing where you've been for periods of time, or which one of your family members will be next."

Mulder put a hand on Scully's shoulder, causing her to jump a bit.

"I'm going to go brush my teeth," Scully said as she hustled to the bathroom, avoiding the situation.

Just then, the phone rang and Mulder picked it up.

"Yeah, Frohike?"

Mulder heard two clicks and then a dial tone. He put the phone down, and ran over to the window, where he noticed a car parked not far from their door. There was a black van half concealed by shrubs and men hustling out of the back.

Mulder ran to the bathroom and lightly knocked on the door. "Scully, Scully open the door."

"Just a minute," Scully said, opening the door.

As Scully unlocked the latch, Mulder pushed his way in, pulling Scully in with him.

"Dammit!" Mulder muttered, as he noticed that there was no window.

"Mulder, what is it?" Scully asked, concerned.

As Mulder was about to answer, their hotel door busted open, wood splintering all over the floor.

Mulder attempted to slam the bathroom door shut, but one of the men pushed it open, knocking both Mulder and Scully to the floor. Mulder tried to reach back and grab his gun, but the man who kicked the door open now had his colleagues' help to restrain the two agents. As one of the men approached Mulder, he kicked upwards, hitting the man right in the gut. The man took his gun and hit Mulder over the top of the head with it, causing him to lose consciousness briefly.

"You son of a bitch!" Scully said, as the other man grabbed her roughly and slammed her into the wall. Scully felt the air leave her lungs as the man partially lifted her from the ground and pushed his knee into her back.

"You wouldn't have any weapons on you by chance, would you, Agent Scully?"

"Go to Hell."

The man pushed his knee harder into Scully's back, causing her to grunt in pain. He started frisking her for weapons, at first seriously, then to demonstrate the power that he had and that she lacked. The man slowly dragged his hands up her body, causing her heart to beat wildly in her chest.

"Stop! Don't!" Scully pleaded, as she tried to push back against the man handling her.

This only caused the man to find enjoyment in her predicament, as he pulled her closer to him, still pinning her against the wall. At that moment, however, Scully felt herself breathe easier as the pressure the man was exerting onto her was lifted due to a brief incapacity. She risked a look behind her and saw Mulder had kicked the man to the ground…not without consequence though…he ended up getting punched right in the jaw, and was out from what seemed like would be for a good while.

"We need to go," the first man said to his associate.

The man who Mulder kicked grabbed Scully roughly and pointed a gun at her.

"One word, and it's your partner, then you. Got it?" The man sneered.

Scully nodded her head as the man led her out of the room, followed by the other man who was dragging Mulder behind them. As they reached the van, the man holding Scully let her go briefly to open the door. Risking a look behind her, Scully saw Mulder's bloody form being dragged across the pavement. Though it was broad daylight, these men didn't seem too worried about being made.

It was still lightly snowing, and Scully felt a brief chill. She shivered from the frigid air, when she spotted a white van about 20 feet away from them. No one was in the driver's seat, but she thought that she noticed the scratch on the hood of the car…The Lone Gunman.

Scully knew she didn't have much time and that if she didn't move fast, both her and Mulder would probably be dead. With her hands tied behind her back, she knew she didn't pose an advantage if she tried to attack him, so she fell forward and put all her weight forward on the ground. The man reached down and tried to pull her up, but as he did so, he was hit hard from behind. Scully saw Frohike standing behind him, holding a syringe that was squirting clear liquid all over the place.

The second man who held Mulder didn't have time to react and was shot with a medicated dart by Byers who wasn't far behind Frohike. Both men lay on the ground, not moving or showing any signs of consciousness.

"Frohike," Scully panted. "Get Mulder. We need to go."

Byers and Frohike grabbed each of Mulder's arms and half-dragged him over to their van as Scully rolled onto her side and pushed her knees against her stomach so she could pull her hands in front of her. Not having experienced too much trouble from it recently, the wound in her side exploded with pain, causing her to fall back against the ground. Frohike came running up to her as Byers grabbed the car. Cutting her hands lose, Scully swallowed the nausea that was building and went into the back of the van with Mulder.

"Scully, you alright?" Frohike said.

"Yeah, I uh- I'm okay."

"How did they find you again?" Frohike asked, genuinely curious.

Scully shook her head from side to side as she thought of ways they could be tracking them. There was the phone call last night, but they were literally on the outskirts of town. There had to be something that they were missing, something they'd have to figure out before the men after them tracked them down once more.