Both Jackson and Scully struggled to a standing position, moving closer to one another despite their joined hands.

The door opened to reveal a tall, heavy-set man that appeared to be in his late thirties. In his hands were two trays of food.

The gurgle in Scully's stomach reminded her that she hadn't eaten in hours, but the weight on her bladder was equally as demanding. "I've been sent to give you food," he said gruffly and to the point.

Scully hesitated, peering around him as he set the food on a desk nearby. He seemed to be alone. "I need to use the bathroom," Scully said suddenly.

Jackson looked over at her as if trying to decipher her motives. "Dana?" he whispered.

The man grumbled and looked at both of them suspiciously. "I have been ordered to keep you in this room."

Scully looked at Jackson in a way that she hoped he could sense that her intentions meant, 'trust me'. "I'm pregnant," she said, placing her hand on her abdomen for emphasis as if it wasn't already obvious. "I don't know how much longer I can hold it. I don't want to have an accident and ruin your floors," she said sarcastically.

"Ewww," Jackson recoiled. He seemed to be following her lead. "Please," Jackson insisted. "Just let her go. I don't want to see or smell that. Gross."

"I know you're pregnant. I'm not stupid," the guard said. Thankfully, he seemed to be reaching for his keys before producing one and reaching for the cuffs.

As it fell off, Scully rubbed her wrist, which was sore from the metal and before Jackson could make a move, the guard clipped the cuff to a pipe behind them.

"Move," he said suddenly, pushing her forward.

"You had better be quick and no funny business if you value the life of that child inside of you."

Monica sighed as she sat next to Mulder on the couch. "That man had access to a toxin that could ensure the death of humanity as we knew it. He also had an antidote...powerful alien biology that is in both mine and Dana's DNA along with your son's. Only your son lacks any human frailties. The smoking man's access to alien biology essentially regenerated him after that missile attack in Roswell."

Mulder squeezed his eyes shut, fighting fatigue and dizziness. "Why didn't you tell us sooner, Agent Reyes?"

Monica swallowed. "I too had reason to believe he was dead. And without William, he is unable to act on his plans."

'I saw it, you're dying, Mulder. The smoking man, he's responsible for all of this'. At the time, he didn't believe Scully because she had just had a seizure and wasn't herself. But what if it were true?

As Reyes waited for him to respond, he moved towards the TV and picked up the remote to turn it on. Sure enough, there was Tad O'Malley, the arrogant Republican conspiracy theorist talking about a sudden epidemic leading to thousands of individuals being hospitalized overnight.

Reyes turned towards the TV as he looked back at her. It was impossible, had he gotten ahold of William? "That's impossible," she whispered.

Once Scully had relieved herself, she heard a sharp rap on the door. "HURRY UP!" The man outside bellowed in annoyance.

"Ahhh, I'm going to be sick...you don't want me to vomit all over do you?" she huffed, trying to buy herself more time as she scoured the bathroom for some type of weapon and a way out. There was a small window above the shower, but getting out would be a challenge in her condition.

She proceeded to make some vomiting noises and flushed the toilet once more. "Oh, what the hell?! Seriously?!" he yelled, grunting.

As she moved towards the window, she sighed in defeat. She couldn't leave Jackson behind. Not after coming all this way to help him.

As if sensing her thoughts, she heard something crash outside down the hall, something that startled the man enough to send him down the hall in the direction of the sound. "Hey!"