10 minutes later, Mulder had finished his shower and they were now sitting at the cafe near the motel. They knocked on Freya's door on their way and got no response.

It was quiet for this time of day. They were sitting side by side at a little wooden table, laughing at each other's jokes, smiling uncontrollably at each other, and lots of unnecessary touching. They looked happy, may I even dare say normal.

After their meals were done, and their second coffee – which was still hot - Mulder turned to look at Scully as she was trying to take a sip of the extremely hot coffee,

"Ow" Scully whispered under her breath

"I take it you burnt your tongue" Mulder said as a light, jokingly way

"No, Mulder, but we need to talk about the case and where we go from there"

"We should go back to Saint Andrews Hospital again, and re check their security cameras, maybe just follow up on Freya's idea, and look at Sheriff's alibi more in detail.

"If, and I mean a big if, we don't get anywhere at the hospital, I will follow Freya's idea." Scully said in her stern, professional voice

"Okay," Mulder said with a slight sigh.

"Talking of Freya, she's still not here, maybe we should leave it a couple of hours, then check her motel room,"

Mulder looked at Scully, thinking that they barely know this girl, but he had a gut feeling, and he himself was getting slightly concerned about Freya's no attendance or even response from her in the past 12 hours or so.

An hour or so later, Scully and Mulder were sitting in the basement of Saint Andrews Hospital. The walls were grey and white, and all they could smell was disinfectant and lots of it. It wasn't surprising as they were in hospital, but at the bottom of hospital where all there were boilers and emergency lighting

"Oh, how being down here, lowest of the low, feels all too familiar." Mulder said, looking a Scully as a small sigh escaped his lips

The room was slightly bigger than a broom closet, and it was dark and gloomy, with very poor lighting. It's was a very tight squeeze, even for two chairs, which, with their steely frames and barely padded cushions, still looked uncomfortable.

They sat there, looking a 5 small TV screens, going over the CCTV footage, and searching for anything, even the smallest of something. They sat there for hours in a small room, just staring, their backs were hurting, their legs were hurting, and yet nothing. Until Mulder saw the Sheriff, or what he thought looked like the sheriff.

"Scully, look" Mulder looked at Scully which a slight bit of enthusiasm in his voice, and a small gleam of hope in his eye

Scully looked at the small top left TV screen and saw a man's body, he was tall but little shorter than Mulder, quite a stocky build, in casual clothing and a baseball cap. They followed him, walking in the entrance, through to the lobby which was empty at that time of day. Scully read the time stamp - 11.50pm. She and Mulder watched the man enter the lift and get out on the second floor. He was now on the top right-hand TV screen. Then just disappeared.

"Wait, where did he go? He just gone,"

"People just disappear," Scully rewound the tape and watched again. It seemed this one guy knew where all the blind spots for the CCTV cameras were, he knew every dark corner of this hospital like he had walked there a thousand times.

Scully fast forward an hour to see if she could see anything. She noticed a shadowy figure again as Mulder watched the top left TV the middle, and the bottom left, while Scully watch the top right and bottom right TV screen.

"Scully, look, there he is," Scully and Mulder looked at the middle TV screen. The man on the screen looked like the same man they had been looking for, but he changed his clothes and now had large suitcase with him

"Surely, he could not put a child in there," Scully hoped, looking at Mulder with a sadness with her eyes

The man was walking the suitcase when two little small objects started to move behind them, flying rapidly in the air, ,and suddenly, the suitcase flew open, and a small child, no older than 5, ran out of there, crying and screaming -or what looked like screaming as the small TV screen had no sound - but was quickly silenced as the kid was pistol whipped across the back of the neck, and was lying limp and unconscious on the floor. The man swiftly picked up the child, put him back in the suitcase

and wheeled it into the lift, acting as if nothing had happened. No matter where Mulder watched, the guy never lifted his face; he knew exactly where not to look.

Scully just pivoted on the spot and put her head into Mulder's chest, as all the memories of William came rushing to surface. Mulder could do nothing, he knew saying something would make it worse. He knew what she was going through, he felt the same way, but he barely showed his emotions. He was being strong for her. He just rested his chin on the top of her head as she just stood there, crying.

With his hand rubbing the small of her back, he tried to reassure her it was going to alright.

There were bright lights, so many bright lights flashing, her eyes hurt as she slowly tried to open them. She felt groggy unable to move. Where was she? She looked up to see a woman in a nurse uniform, with blonde hair, mumbling something. What she could only assume looked like a doctor, huddle over and wheeled her somewhere. The pain was excruciating, her head felt like it had been bounced against a brick wall. The air was cold, the smell of bleach everywhere. The feeling of nausea was overwhelming.

"Where am I?" Freya asked but it came more out like a faint whisper than an actual voice

"She's waking up!" the nurse looked at the doctor, still with her hand on the hospital bed.

"Where are the children?" Freya tried to say but it still sounded like a faint whisper.

"Give her Rohypnol, that should work for a few hours"

As soon as they administrated Rohypnol into her IV, her eyes began getting heavy again. She was trying to force herself to stay awake, but the feeling was overwhelming, and she breathed in and it all went black.

When Scully cries began to fade, she looked up to Mulder in an apologetic way as she calmed her breathing to steady her self

"We need to catch them, we need to save those children," she said in-between breaths

Mulder just looked at Scully, and without saying a word, he gave her the look and she knew he agreed with her.

As they left with videos in hands, they made their way through the basement to the lift. When they both stepped inside, the door closed behind them, the sound of really annoying elevator music started playing.

"Is there anything from Freya?" Scully said as she stood up straight, composing herself.

"I don't know," Mulder looked at his phone, there was nothing; no text, no call. A small sigh escaped his mouth

"I take it by that sigh that there is nothing," Scully took a deep breath, she looked at Mulder, her eyes ready to meet his. "I am slightly getting concerned about Freya, I know we don't know her, but she seemed eager to work with us. It's just slightly strange that there has been no news from her since yesterday." A look of worry and sheer panic was written across her face.

"We will go check her motel room, see if she has been there, then we can retrace her steps from when she left us at the dinner."