David Johanneson stood over his son's hospital bed. A week ago, he had been missing. Days ago, he had died. Hours ago, he had turned up alive in the cemetery after committing such a great feat of strength, even the FBI agents were baffled. The coffin lid had been thrown halfway across the room. The door to the mausoleum was no longer attached to the wall. The hinges had been broken, not removed. But his son was alive. That was all that mattered.
Annette sat in a nearby chair, discomforted by the night's events. Her son was no athlete. How had he practically destroyed a mausoleum? She didn't know. She didn't care. He was her baby, her only, and he had come back from the dead in what could only be described as a miracle, a gift from the Heavenly Father whom she trusted and loved so much. He was up there somewehere, watching and smiling.
Agent Doggett approached Scully as she stood outside Jacob's hospital room. "What do you think, Scully?"
"I don't know what to think anymore," she said with a large sigh.
"Is it an X-file?" Doggett implored.
Scully nodded. "I was wrong. Leave me alone."
Her fellow agent came near to exploding. "Is something wrong Agent Scully? Every case we work on elicits some sort of strange theory from you. Now, a boy comes back from the dead, and you've got nothing. Not a word. That seems just a little odd to me."
"I'm pregnant Agent Doggett. There is no father. And now I come to this nice town where a boy has been nailed to a cross and brought back to life. Does this story ring any bells?"
"You're scared that your pregnancy has something to do with Jesus?" Doggett looked surprised.
Scully looked deep into his unblinking eyes. "I'm a strong Catholic. The thought of a baby without a father scares me to death. Never mind this boy who happens to push aside a stone door that was covering his grave."
"Agent Scully, there has to be some sort of explanation for this, logical or not. There have been recorded cases of religious hoaxes. It's not unlikely."
"This goes far beyond stigmata, Agent Doggett," Scully snapped. "If that's what you're implying." With that, she left her confused partner alone with his thoughts in the hallway.
Scully kneeled down in the small hospital chapel. She sought the answers that came from within herself, from the dark recesses of the soul that are left unexplained by science and criminology. Only religion had ever ventured to those areas, or attempted to explain what one might find there. Scully was forced to follow her instincts as an FBI agent. She would find the answers sooner or later. Little did she know that the answers would come to her, and sooner than she ever had expected. Behind her, Jacob Johanneson raised his hand.
Annette sat in a nearby chair, discomforted by the night's events. Her son was no athlete. How had he practically destroyed a mausoleum? She didn't know. She didn't care. He was her baby, her only, and he had come back from the dead in what could only be described as a miracle, a gift from the Heavenly Father whom she trusted and loved so much. He was up there somewehere, watching and smiling.
Agent Doggett approached Scully as she stood outside Jacob's hospital room. "What do you think, Scully?"
"I don't know what to think anymore," she said with a large sigh.
"Is it an X-file?" Doggett implored.
Scully nodded. "I was wrong. Leave me alone."
Her fellow agent came near to exploding. "Is something wrong Agent Scully? Every case we work on elicits some sort of strange theory from you. Now, a boy comes back from the dead, and you've got nothing. Not a word. That seems just a little odd to me."
"I'm pregnant Agent Doggett. There is no father. And now I come to this nice town where a boy has been nailed to a cross and brought back to life. Does this story ring any bells?"
"You're scared that your pregnancy has something to do with Jesus?" Doggett looked surprised.
Scully looked deep into his unblinking eyes. "I'm a strong Catholic. The thought of a baby without a father scares me to death. Never mind this boy who happens to push aside a stone door that was covering his grave."
"Agent Scully, there has to be some sort of explanation for this, logical or not. There have been recorded cases of religious hoaxes. It's not unlikely."
"This goes far beyond stigmata, Agent Doggett," Scully snapped. "If that's what you're implying." With that, she left her confused partner alone with his thoughts in the hallway.
Scully kneeled down in the small hospital chapel. She sought the answers that came from within herself, from the dark recesses of the soul that are left unexplained by science and criminology. Only religion had ever ventured to those areas, or attempted to explain what one might find there. Scully was forced to follow her instincts as an FBI agent. She would find the answers sooner or later. Little did she know that the answers would come to her, and sooner than she ever had expected. Behind her, Jacob Johanneson raised his hand.