This chapter is dedicated to my cousins who do live in Newfoundland,
Trinity to be exact. They have been amazing helping me write this, Susan,
Mary, Scott, this one is for ya'll
Laurie looked past the agents to Cally, who had come back from taking Aglaia to her room.
"Do you want me to refresh your memory, 'cause if you don't I won't want your interruptions."
Cally shuffled from foot to foot. It was obvious that she wasn't comfortable with this deal.
"I don't see why you have to tell them anything."
Laurie shook her head and walked to Cally. She put her hand on her arm and pushed her out of the room.
"Child, I'm 50 years older than you, and if there's one thing I've learned from this life it's that if the truth don't come out, it's going to hurt somebody."
Scully glanced at Mulder and saw a small smile play across his lips.
"See Scully, I told you."
Scully sighed. "Mulder, I've always believed at least that much of what you've told me."
Mulder chuckled and they turned their attention to Laurie once again. Cally had left and Laurie had a twinkle in her eyes.
"Now, where should I begin?" She started walking towards the living room.
"Yes, I know. Come with me."
Laurie pulled out a photo album and motioned for the agents to sit down.
The couch was covered with other photo albums, most opened to pictures of Cally's son. The only places to sit were the love seat and a chair. Laurie had already taken the chair. Mulder sat down next to Scully and casually put his arm around her, that earned a glare and pointed glance in Laurie's direction. They didn't need any more rumors going around the bureau. But, Mulder could see other wise in Scully's eyes.
Laurie slammed the album shut irritably. "If you two don't stop flirting, I won't have time to tell you about the Ghost Train."
Mulder quickly removed his arm and cleared his throat. "Of course. Go ahead."
Scully tried to surppress a giggle, how many times did she get to see Mulder embarrassed? He had definitely met his match.
"The Ghost Train," Laurie began, "is actually the Newfie Bullet. The Newfie Bullet went between Port aux Basques and St. John's, stopping in Trinity." "I was fourteen years old. Having lived in Trinity all of my life, I was used to hearing the train come through every few days. My friends and I would go down to the tracks and wave to the people when we were younger. But, by the time I turned fourteen, we had all grown out of that.
One day I was walking along the tracks with my brothers, I was the oldest and entrusted with their care. The train came chugging along and I decided to pretend I was little again and wave. I lifted my brothers onto each of my hips and tried to wave to the train. When I looked into the windows I froze. There weren't people in that train, only what I now know were aliens. Twilight had been falling and suddenly time got sped up. It was pitch black. The train's headlights were coming at us. It veered off the track and hit my brothers and me. The next thing I knew the aliens were over my brothers and my brothers were turning into mist."
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Laurie looked past the agents to Cally, who had come back from taking Aglaia to her room.
"Do you want me to refresh your memory, 'cause if you don't I won't want your interruptions."
Cally shuffled from foot to foot. It was obvious that she wasn't comfortable with this deal.
"I don't see why you have to tell them anything."
Laurie shook her head and walked to Cally. She put her hand on her arm and pushed her out of the room.
"Child, I'm 50 years older than you, and if there's one thing I've learned from this life it's that if the truth don't come out, it's going to hurt somebody."
Scully glanced at Mulder and saw a small smile play across his lips.
"See Scully, I told you."
Scully sighed. "Mulder, I've always believed at least that much of what you've told me."
Mulder chuckled and they turned their attention to Laurie once again. Cally had left and Laurie had a twinkle in her eyes.
"Now, where should I begin?" She started walking towards the living room.
"Yes, I know. Come with me."
Laurie pulled out a photo album and motioned for the agents to sit down.
The couch was covered with other photo albums, most opened to pictures of Cally's son. The only places to sit were the love seat and a chair. Laurie had already taken the chair. Mulder sat down next to Scully and casually put his arm around her, that earned a glare and pointed glance in Laurie's direction. They didn't need any more rumors going around the bureau. But, Mulder could see other wise in Scully's eyes.
Laurie slammed the album shut irritably. "If you two don't stop flirting, I won't have time to tell you about the Ghost Train."
Mulder quickly removed his arm and cleared his throat. "Of course. Go ahead."
Scully tried to surppress a giggle, how many times did she get to see Mulder embarrassed? He had definitely met his match.
"The Ghost Train," Laurie began, "is actually the Newfie Bullet. The Newfie Bullet went between Port aux Basques and St. John's, stopping in Trinity." "I was fourteen years old. Having lived in Trinity all of my life, I was used to hearing the train come through every few days. My friends and I would go down to the tracks and wave to the people when we were younger. But, by the time I turned fourteen, we had all grown out of that.
One day I was walking along the tracks with my brothers, I was the oldest and entrusted with their care. The train came chugging along and I decided to pretend I was little again and wave. I lifted my brothers onto each of my hips and tried to wave to the train. When I looked into the windows I froze. There weren't people in that train, only what I now know were aliens. Twilight had been falling and suddenly time got sped up. It was pitch black. The train's headlights were coming at us. It veered off the track and hit my brothers and me. The next thing I knew the aliens were over my brothers and my brothers were turning into mist."
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