December 12th, 2012
The first reports about alien spacecraft came in around noon. Mulder and Cat had just loaded the minivan with kids and bags of non-immediate family Christmas presents when Mulder turned the radio to the new station.
"...officials are saying that it's a rather macabre joke, but George Steinbrenner's family doesn't think that the fact that someone broke into the cemetery last night and switched his headstone for another is much of a laughing matter. While the original stone's epithet praised the deceased, the new stone's inscription says ' George Steinbrenner: The Man Who Ruined Baseball.' Authorities are looking for the perpetrator, but as one officer remarked ' the list of possible suspects is quite long.'"
"That poor man..." Cat murmured. Wisely, Mulder kept his thoughts on the matter to himself.
The very next story was given by a terse sounding man who was explaining that several crafts had been spotted over major cities. It reminded Mulder a lot of the plots science fiction movies he'd watched all his life.
Sitting in the driver's seat, Mulder felt vaguely grateful that they were still parked. The boys were chattering in the back, so they hadn't heard a word the newscaster had said, but Cat had.
"Fox, it's a joke isn't it? Like the War of the Worlds broadcast."
"No."
"It has to be! Someone heard about that date, and they decided to play a joke by putting on a false news cast like Orsen Wells did..." He could tell that she was making a desperate attempt to convince herself that what she was saying had to be true, but the fear in her eyes said it wasn't working.
The boys eyed her warily when her voice rose, but they soon went back to whatever it was that they'd been talking about.
"This is what I spent ten years worrying about. My father was right." Mulder said in a low, bitter, voice.
"Your father?" Cat gave him a puzzled look. He'd told her everything that the cigarette smoking man had said to him and Scully that terrible day, but he'd left out his relationship to the evil old man. Deciding it wasn't a good time to get into that, she gave her head a little shake, as if to clear it. "But what do we do now?"
"Go home, watch the news. Make plans. Wait."
He knew that she wanted to tell him that wasn't good enough, but she didn't. She probably realized that he already knew.
The first reports about alien spacecraft came in around noon. Mulder and Cat had just loaded the minivan with kids and bags of non-immediate family Christmas presents when Mulder turned the radio to the new station.
"...officials are saying that it's a rather macabre joke, but George Steinbrenner's family doesn't think that the fact that someone broke into the cemetery last night and switched his headstone for another is much of a laughing matter. While the original stone's epithet praised the deceased, the new stone's inscription says ' George Steinbrenner: The Man Who Ruined Baseball.' Authorities are looking for the perpetrator, but as one officer remarked ' the list of possible suspects is quite long.'"
"That poor man..." Cat murmured. Wisely, Mulder kept his thoughts on the matter to himself.
The very next story was given by a terse sounding man who was explaining that several crafts had been spotted over major cities. It reminded Mulder a lot of the plots science fiction movies he'd watched all his life.
Sitting in the driver's seat, Mulder felt vaguely grateful that they were still parked. The boys were chattering in the back, so they hadn't heard a word the newscaster had said, but Cat had.
"Fox, it's a joke isn't it? Like the War of the Worlds broadcast."
"No."
"It has to be! Someone heard about that date, and they decided to play a joke by putting on a false news cast like Orsen Wells did..." He could tell that she was making a desperate attempt to convince herself that what she was saying had to be true, but the fear in her eyes said it wasn't working.
The boys eyed her warily when her voice rose, but they soon went back to whatever it was that they'd been talking about.
"This is what I spent ten years worrying about. My father was right." Mulder said in a low, bitter, voice.
"Your father?" Cat gave him a puzzled look. He'd told her everything that the cigarette smoking man had said to him and Scully that terrible day, but he'd left out his relationship to the evil old man. Deciding it wasn't a good time to get into that, she gave her head a little shake, as if to clear it. "But what do we do now?"
"Go home, watch the news. Make plans. Wait."
He knew that she wanted to tell him that wasn't good enough, but she didn't. She probably realized that he already knew.