In our language, we have this strange word, hope. It has fueled wars and
ruined lives, but at the same time it has saved lives and changed the
world. We say there's a truth to believe in. An untold secret that changes
lives. A hope to let the truth be know has fueled Fox Mulder's and Dana
Scully's lives for years now. It pushed them on through thick and thin.
Then by strange fate, John Doggett's life too is placed into that belief
that there is a truth that must be told. I was not far behind from him
either. It is hope that brought John and I back together. A hope of two
other people that changed my life. All of us are driven by hopes of seeing
a truth of some form; but, according to Mulder, the truth will out and no
one lie can last forever. Maybe now that there is a truth to be known, we
can stop hoping for a truth. I know that my hope for truth is well ready to
accept any news of Mulder and Scully, but John and I have let them go, for
now. They will return some day, but we'll never know when, or why. Maybe
it'll be sooner than we think. They have found two truths, the two of them.
Not only did they find their truth, hidden so long by conspirers, but they
also found a truth between them. A love that could never have been found
any other way. I, too, hope there's a truth between John and I. We both
know it. And it is a strange hope that we all share to find someone to hold
and love. But what is hope? A word or a tune to an eternal song that we all
know the words to. Maybe... Maybe...