Beyond Yesterday
Epilogue:
Stepping out of the elevator, I cursed silently at my bad luck.
What bad deed had I done to deserve working with Fox "Spooky" Mulder?
But somehow, the name Mulder sounded so familiar.
Could I have met him before, maybe even befriended with him? I shook my head and dismissed the thought. It was highly improbable.
But not impossible, a tiny voice said inside my head. Think!
I forced myself to stop thinking. The only reason that the name Mulder sounded so familiar was probably because I had heard so much about him during my training; lots of people joked about him and his obsession with the supernatural.
I stopped in front of a door. This must be it. I knocked, and waited for an answer.
"No one down here but the FBI's most unwanted," someone yelled from the other side of the door.
Ha, ha. Very, very funny. I took a deep breath and turned the doorknob and entered the damp and musty office. "Agent Mulder? My name is Dana Scully and I have been assigned to--"
He twirled his chair around so we were facing each other, and the moment I saw his face, I drew in a sharp breath and nearly took a step back.
His face--it was too familiar. And I was a hundred percent positive that we've never met before.
Think, the tiny voice was back. Think; you must have seen this face somewhere before!
But I dismissed it again as I approached the desk buried under piles of paper and books, doing my best to hide my shock and to smile.
He seemed to be shocked by my appearance, just like his face shocked me. He got up from his chair, took a step toward me, cocking an eyebrow questioningly and inquired,
"Excuse me, have we met before?"
THE END