*Chapter 3*

*July 23th, a few months later* I'm in a white room, the only furniture in sight is the chair and table that I am occupying. The questions are so hard, I don't understand them. I tap my pencil against the table nervously.

The clock on the bare wall ticks loudly, a painful reminder that my time is almost up.

I hand the paper in to the teacher. I wait patiently until I see him finally return with the results. "I'm afraid you failed 'er," he says to me as he hands me the thick stack of papers. There is a huge thick F starting back at me, screaming failure.

I woke up for the third time that night. Why did I keep having this dream? I closed my eyes and tried to get a couple hours of sleep in before I had to leave for work.

That same day, Scully and I had been assigned to a case involving the murder of an eight year old boy. We were hunting his killer who we believed to be a thirty year old schizophrenic male. We left that afternoon to find him.

I remember it all too clearly.

Scully and I went to the gas station where he currently worked, to ask him some questions. We walked in casually, Scully stopping by the restroom while I walked up to the counter to pay for a few items.

I gave him a friendly smile as he handed me my change.

"I'm Agent Fox Mulder with the FBI," I introduced myself as I flashed my badge.

But when he found out that I was with the Bureau, that was the end of it. He pulled a gun out from under the counter and started waving it around in panic. "Sir, there's no need to panic, I'm just here to ask you a few questions," I assured him as I reached slowly for my gun.

"Sir, put down the gun, this man is not going to harm you, he wants to help you," Scully said in a soothing voice from across the room.

"Lady, he's going to kill us all!" he screamed in fear,waving his gun around more then before.

That's when we made our biggest mistake. Backup was called in, which frightened the man even more. One of the agents pulled out their gun and was about to shoot at him, but it was too late. He had fired a shot at me first.

The force of the bullet jolted my body and I could feel myself collapse to the ground. I grew dizzy and tired quickly, and just wanted to close my eyes and rest. I could hear Scully's voice telling me to keep my eyes open, but I was too tired. ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...