The apartment smelled like someone's old shoe, rotting in mold. The wallpaper was peeling and the carpet was infested with mold. It looked like it hadn't housed anyone in years, but then you saw the inhabitants. Whoa! They were all piled on the floor, sleeping (but they looked dead). On the TV was black porn.

"My room is that way." She whispered covering Sam's eyes. So they followed her through the pit of garbage.

Entering the room, the first thing they saw was a plaque on the wall. It read, "Come no further. Your life will remain the same, as long as you appreciate it."

Scully stopped dead, and tears filled her eyes.

"Hey, Dana. That could just be like a Chinese proverb or something. We can reverse this mess. I will make it happen."

"Scully, just call me Scully."

"Um, mom? My brothers take the bus, but Melissa insists on getting picked up. Her school got out at 2:30."

"Melissa! Oh my god I completely forgot! I gotta go!"

"I cannot believe you forgot me." Melissa's voice was shrill.

"I didn't really forget you, I just forgot to remember you."

But Melissa just stared.

"Ok, I'm just not feeling like myself right now. Cut me some slack."

"CUT YOU SOME SLACK?! You couldn't even remember my name! I have no more slack to cut. I'm moving out." She put her headphones on and turned away. Her room was very girly and happy. But it didn't reflect her mode at all. Scully could relate, actually.