As much as she could, Scully put herself between Tribbet and Samantha. Elise was too far away to attempt to protect and Scully couldn't see her breathing.

"Diana Rubles." Tribbet whispered, his eyes traveling over her, making Scully's skin crawl. Scully had noted some time ago that she was no longer wearing her own clothing. Instead she found herself in a pair of ill-fitting jeans and a dark blue cotton long sleeved shirt with a v-neck. Her feet were bare. The clothes were freshly washed, she could tell, but they appeared old and very used. Scully could only guess that they were once worn by Diana Rubles.

"My name is Dana Scully." She said clearly, "I am not Diana, Bernard." Even as she spoke, the similar names were obvious, but she stuck to her statement, "You're not getting revenge on someone who broke your heart by killing us, Bernard. We are not the same women who hurt you." Her heart pumped furiously in her chest, but she kept her breathing even, "Elise needs a doctor, Bernard."

"You won't get out of this, Diana. You haven't changed at all, always trying to get out of an argument by making some shit up. I won't fall for it anymore." He growled, pacing furiously, "This time, it's your heart that will be broken after I tear it from your chest."

Scully swallowed, able see that this was not likely to get them anywhere but she had no other tactic. The only way to keep Tribbet from harming them was to convince him that they were not the women he hated, "Bernard, I'm not Diana." She repeated, looking around now for a weapon. Obviously, he was not going to be reasoned with and force would be in order, if she could manage it. There was nothing to grab but this did come as a surprise.

"Shut up!" Bernard screeched through clenched teeth, "I'm not here for you yet, Diana. Your turn will come."

Getting his meaning, Samantha's panicked eyes instantly shot to Scully and Scully met them guiltily. There was very little Scully could do to stop any assault Bernard was planning on Samantha, but the agent had no plans on being idle. Bernard did not notice their exchange and approached Samantha.

"No, Bernard, stop." Scully pleaded, "She is not who you think either."

"I said shut up!" He turned on Scully unexpectedly and furiously, whirling around and pulling out her FBI issued pistol with amazing speed and belting her across the face. Scully felt her head spin at the blow and she staggered back, grasping for anything that might help keep her on her feet. Bernard wasn't done, however and she felt the metal object connect with her head again, this time, her world blacked out.