This is from dear ole Scully's point of view, the next few chapters will be switching between Reyes and Scully… so it might get a little confusing
*~*~*~*
Depression and guilt lurks on my shoulders as I leave my
home, opening the door to my car. I needed the sensation of driving now. I
needed to think of something other than that horrible nightmare. But that was
impossible.
In that dream, I was in a large forest, a huge sea of pines and cedar and
cherry. I walked through this peaceful place and started to hear singing,
beautiful inhuman singing and I saw him. I saw what I knew was William, his
eyes were perfectly identical to mine and from pictures I saw of Mulder as a twelve-year-old,
he looked exactly like him. He didn't notice me until I quite literally cried
out, "William!"
Tears of joy were pouring down my cheeks as I ran, and he ran too, calling out,
"Mom!" But a redhead was pulling him back in her twenties.
That was Emily.
"You don't deserve my brother! After what you did to me... you killed me...
Mom..." She yelled.
"It wasn't my fault!" I answered.
"No," she said simply, "it was YOU!"
I broke down and fell to the floor of the woods and awoke into real life. It was
so horrible. Then, a shattering ring in the tune of 'Calling All Angels' By
Nikki… what was her last name? …Came from my cell phone.
"Dana," I answered.
"Dana, this is Monica Reyes, you may not remem-"
"Yeah, I remember. You and your whale songs are pretty hard to forget." I
flashed a rare smile.
"Well, John and I are in New York City, and we found someone you might want to
visit."
"Who?"
"William."
"Oh my God, I'll be up there as soon as
possible." I hung up and hit the gas pedal.