Something clicked in her head. "I'm sorry. I, I'm just gonna take the night out tonight. I'll be back later."

She left him slouching on the bed with a hazy expression on his face. "Was it something I said?" She shook her head and went out the door.

It was hot in the car, and she despised the scent of the air freshener. She got out her phone and called Mulder, again.

All she got was the answering machine: "Fox Mulder is probably in right now, just avoiding someone he doesn't like, so leave a message and if I don't get back to you, it's you." Beep.

"Mulder it's me. Pick up. Please Mulder. I need you; I have an idea on how to reverse this curse! I am not hanging up until you do. Mulder PICK UP! I am-" but the machine cut her off. "Dammit Mulder." She threw the phone in the back seat. Her life was collapsing again. The road was dimming and she felt she would go out cold with despair if she didn't get the smallest sign that there even was a way to reverse this.

She was beginning to feel nauseous, when the phone rang. She yelped out of pure surprise. She took off her seatbelt and began climbing in the backseat to find it. First, there were horns honking, then a crashing noise, and then lights were flashing. Scully had forgotten she was in a car.