Two police cars and four officers were at the scene when Mulder parked the car at the end of the road leading to the cemetery.

Detective Plewett nodded at them as they joined the sheriff who was speaking to a middle aged man wearing a buttoned cream colored henley under a dark blue flannel shirt with a bright orange reflective vest over it, jeans, and dirty, stained work boots.

"Oh good, you're here. Agents, this is Jesse Ryder. Mister Ryder, these are Agents Scully and Mulder. He's the one who found Trevor."

"Found makes it sound like I was out looking for him," Jesse said, shaking his head. "I wasn't, not really."

"But you found him nonetheless, of which his family will be very appreciative. Could you tell us what happened?" Mulder asked and Jesse nodded.

"My job is about three miles down the road and I drive past here every day on my way. Usually, I pay it no attention. I know people have parties sometimes, but again, it's not really my business. But since those men disappeared and especially since that one came back, I've paid more attention as I drive by. Sometimes, I even drive in to see…" He shrugged and exhaled. "I don't know exactly, but I'll take a quick look on my way to work."

"Did you do that the day that Peter Blake returned?" Scully asked and he shook his head.

"No, ma'am, not that day. I was running late and I didn't have time."

"How was Trevor when you found him?" Mulder asked and Jesse looked to his right and pointed.

"He was standing right there, just staring straight ahead. I thought at first it was a kid from one of the parties, too hungover to think properly. But then when I rolled the window down and called out to him, he looked at me, I knew who he was."

"Without him telling you?"

"Yeah," he said with a nod. "A week after the first two men went missing, Trevor's sister came by my house, asking if I'd seen him and to keep an eye out when I said I hadn't. She gave me a flier and I've had it hanging on my fridge ever since. I've seen it every day for the past three weeks, I know what he looks like. Except…"

"Except what?" Scully asked and Jesse shook his head.

"He looked different. Thinner for one thing. A lot thinner and pale."

"He did?" Mulder asked, looking at Scully quickly and she frowned slightly thinking of Peter who bore hardly any signs of having been missing for a month.

"Yeah. It was a shock to see him at all, but… and I know he'd been missing for a while, but still it was a big change. Like he was a completely different person or something."

"Did he say anything to you? Say where he'd been?"

"No. Nothing like that."

"But he was… conscious? Aware of his surroundings?"

Jesse sighed and shook his head.

"I don't think that's the way I would describe him."

"Okay," Mulder said, his jaw clenching as he drew in a breath through his nose. "Could you tell us exactly what happened, please? From the beginning one more time."

"Like I said, I was driving down the road here and I saw him there. Just there," he said, pointing again. "I pulled over and stared at him, honestly ready to tell him off for being there when men had been disappearing and he should have had more sense. Then when I saw his face, I froze as I realized it was him. I called 911 asking for the police and an ambulance."

"And he didn't speak to you?"

"Not exactly a conversation, no."

"Was he dressed?" Scully asked and they all looked at her. "It's been a month, it wouldn't be unlikely that he wasn't."

"No, ma'am, he was dressed. But the clothes he wore were way wrong for this time of year. He was in late summer type clothes. Khaki shorts, short sleeve shirt, no jacket, and only socks."

"No shoes," Mulder murmured, frowning as he looked down at the ground still covered in a light covering of snow and then down the length of the road.

"What did he say to you?" Scully asked.

"He kept mumbling names, I think. Cassia, Valeriana, Philip Ulmaria… and some others I didn't catch."

"Filipendula ulmaria?" Scully asked, her eyebrows raised.

"Maybe," Jesse said with a shrug. "I apologize ma'am, but I'd never heard those words."

"It's Latin. They're the name of herbs," she said, looking at Mulder. "Used in different medicines. For sedation, fatigue, infection or fevers, respectively."

He stared at her, understanding what she was implying, and nodded as he reached into his pocket. Taking out the car keys, he handed them to her.

"What?" she asked, frowning as she looked at the keys.

"You need to go to the hospital, see if you can talk to Trevor," he said. "Sheriff, we need to search this area again. See if there's not a… a cabin, a bunker… something that we missed yesterday. There has to be a connection somewhere."

"I got three guys here, Agent Mulder. It's not enough to cover it. Last night we had-"

"More people. We need more people. I agree," Mulder said, looking around and nodding. "Jesse, if you're able to stay, please don't leave. Sheriff, I think it might be time to make a few phone calls."

"Agent Scully," Doctor Huron said with a smile as he walked toward her, medical charts under one arm, extending his hand. "Pleased to see you again, especially under these circumstances."

"You've seen Trevor then?" she asked, shaking his hand.

"I have. I treated him myself as my curiosity got the better of me to see if his injuries and treatment resembled Peter's."

"And did they?" she asked as he led her into an empty break room. Picking up a half full coffee pot, he gestured to it and she shook her head. "No thank you."

"Probably for the best. I can't say for sure how long it's been here," he said, pouring himself a cup anyway and sighing as he replaced the pot. "Trevor is unexplainably thinner than when he went missing."

"Not so much, considering the time frame," she said as he added some powdered cream and stirred it with a thin black stir straw.

"That is true, but compared to Peter, it's night and day," he said as he sat down and she sat next to him.

"You have his chart?"

"Yes, but there's not much to know right now, we're still waiting on the test results. He was dehydrated, expectedly. Some bruising. Cold to the touch, which is the opposite of Peter as he was warm, a fever of a hundred and three, blood pressure unstable..."

"Was that after he'd been here awhile?"

"No, not all of it. But, Trevor… he was almost hypothermic. So odd."

"May I see his chart?" she asked, and he nodded, handing it to her.

She read through the chart, humming at things that drew her eye.

"The bruising pattern on his back is opposite of Peter's as well, nearly identically opposite," she said, remembering the placement on Peter. "His weight, temperature, bruising… Did he speak to you?"

"Not exactly. Not... not like a conversation."

"What do you mean?"

"He was mumbling names," he said, shaking his head and she drew in a deep breath. "But, not people's names. It was the Latin names of-"

"Medicinal herbs," she said, finishing his sentence.

"How did you know that?" he asked quietly.

"The man who found him said the same thing."

"Why would he be saying that?"

"I don't know," Scully said, continuing to look at Trevor's file. "Were there any outlying pre-existing health problems that you could see without any testing?"

"Like physical deformities or something brought on by a disease?"

"Something like that yeah," she said, closing the file and looking at him.

"No. Other than the very obvious weight loss and dehydration, he seemed in good health."

"Yeah," she whispered and then something occurred to her. Something crazy.

Spooky even.

"Peter, with the prognosis of roughly six weeks to live, disappeared for four of them."

"Right."

"Yet he came back in more than perfect health, no sign whatsoever of the cancer in his body."

"Right," Doctor Huron said again with a nod.

"Trevor, on the outside at least, was not ill and facing the end of his numbered days."

"Okay. I think I'm following," he said with a confused smile.

"What if, and believe me, I understand how this will sound, but what if Trevor was taken along with Peter because he could… because there was something in him that could be used to help Peter? What if…" She sighed, knowing what the doctor would say. "… what if Trevor unwillingly and unknowingly helped to save Peter's life, leaving Peter robust and healthy and Trevor thin and possibly with a lingering illness?"

Doctor Huron stared at her and then stood up, pacing in front of the coffeemaker.

"Are you… are you suggesting that you think a… a doctor is responsible for their disappearances?"

"I am. As hard as that is for me to believe, being a doctor myself."

"A doctor… Someone with a God complex wanting to save people?"

"Or possibly someone who is practicing with some other sinister motive?"

"But.. a man was healed…"

"As another suffered."

"That's… the opposite of how a doctor would behave and treat patients."

"Precisely," Scully said, her breathing increasing.

"I… I need to run more tests," he said, reaching for Trevor's file. "It seems impossible, but…" He glanced at her as he hurried to the door, leaving her sitting at the table, staring at the cup of coffee he had not even touched, her thoughts jumbled and troubled.