Dana Scully's Apartment - 2345 hrs

'So where is he from then?'

Scully shook her head. 'I don't know, Mulder, but he's not an ET. He's human! All the tests confirm it.'

'What about the blood type oddity?'

She rose and moved to the window. 'Leave it, Mulder.'

'Well, let me know if you have any other logical explanations.'

'It's raining,' she observed, pacing absently around the room.

'Wonder if the night shift have fallen asleep yet.'

'Actually, I hope Blue Eyes- Obi-Wan, I mean- doesn't wake up and say something, or do something that might indicate he's in better health than we're making out.'

'I hope Cancer man doesn't pay a surprise visit.'

'So do I.' She returned to the window. 'Mulder, who is that?'

'Who?' he asked, joining her.

'Him.' She pointed to a lone and rather pathetic looking figure standing outside in the rain, absolutely drenched.

'Weird,' Mulder commented.

Then the man looked up, right at them.

Scully jumped despite herself. 'It's Obi-Wan!'

The door to the house opened, and Mulder looked out. Obi-Wan waved happily. He didn't really mind standing in the rain, but he wanted to talk.

Mulder was calling, gesturing. Obi-Wan hesitated briefly, then caught the name they had given him.

'Obi-Wan! Come on! Don't just stand there- Scully, is this guy nuts or something?'

Then he was at the door, beaming at them.

'He-lo.'

'Hello, Obi-Wan,' Mulder said. He made signs for the man to come inside.

There was Dana, arms folded, looking very doubtful.

'He-lo Dana.'

'Hello Obi-Wan. What are you doing here?'

He didn't understand, so he shrugged, sending a shower of water onto the carpet.

'Take that coat off,' Scully told him, and gave him a towel. 'Now dry up!'

He rubbed his long hair vigorously, while Mulder watched and tried not to laugh.

'I'll get him some coffee, shall I Scully?'

'Couldn't hurt.'

After Mulder vanished, Obi-Wan went up some stairs with Dana. She made him sit down, then stood and eyed him expectantly.

'So how did you get out?'

Carefully, very slowly, he replied.

'Man. Strange. As-leep.'

'So much for night surveillance,' she sighed as Mulder came in with a cup of something steaming.

Obi-Wan's face contorted with effort. 'Like…smoke. Man.'

'Smoke man?' Mulder exclaimed, almost dropping the cup. Scully deftly relieved him of it.

'Here, Obi-Wan, drink this.' She mimed the action, and he understood. He also knew why it burned his tongue.

'Hot!'

'What about 'smoke man', Obi-Wan?' Mulder asked eagerly, pointedly ignoring Scully when she glared at him.

'In co-ri-dor. Talk to?'

'No!' both agents shouted. Scully shook her head furiously, regaining her composure.

'No, Obi-Wan, you mustn't talk to smoke man. Not talk. Understand?'

'Not talk?' he seemed upset.

Mulder sat down, motioning for Scully to do the same.

'Talk to us. Where are you from?'

'Don't know,' he answered cheerfully, sipping the coffee, now much cooler. 'Ugh.'

Scully took the cup from him. 'Okay, forget that. Can't you-' she tapped her head. 'Remember?'

'Member?'

'Re-member?'

He sagged with effort. 'Obi-Wan!'

Mulder frowned. 'You're fond of your own name, aren't you.'

Scully leaned back. 'Well, Obi-Wan, try and tell us what you can remember.'

'Try,' he repeated, comprehension finally lighting his features.

'Yes,' Mulder echoed enthusiastically. 'Try.'

Obi-Wan talked in his pigeon English, occasionally lapsing into his own strange dialect into the early hours of the morning.

Finally, Scully called a halt.

'Look, it's great now we're all getting along so well, but I really think we should get some sleep.'

Obi-Wan brightened. 'Yes. Tired. Sleep now!'

'Oh no you don't,' she snapped. 'We're going to take you back to the hospital.'

His expression turned mournful. 'Why?'

'Because you need to get back to the hospital.'

'But smoke man come!'

Mulder gave his partner a nudge. 'On second thoughts, are you sure the hospital is a good idea?'

'Well he can't stay here,' she replied firmly.

'Fine, fine,' Mulder relented. To Obi-Wan he added

'Right then pal, let's go for a drive.'

'Okay.'