Light slowly filled the house, spilling in from the windows. Scully's eyes fluttered open as the light hit them. She blinked once, then tried to sit up, only to find a large weight on her. Mulder had laid against her, his head in her lap. She looked around for a moment, then realized that they were still at the bottom of the stairs.

She struggled to gently push Mulder off of her, trying not to wake him. She wasn't able to do that, and he jolted awake. He looked around for a moment, just as confused as she had been. He quickly realized where they were, and the horrible memories of the night before came flooding back. He looked up at her sadly as he sat up.

"Will?"

Scully shook her head. "Still not here, Mulder."

Mulder nodded sadly. "Thought so. I'd hoped it was all a dream. A really bad dream. Guess not. Just not that lucky."

She looked away for a moment, then turned to him. "We have to do something. We can't just sit here while Will is out there."

He nodded and stood up. "No, we can't."

Suddenly, a phone rang. Scully listened, confused for a moment, until she realized that it was her cell phone, still at the top of the stairs. She slowly climbed up the stairs, fishing it out of the bag.

"Hello?" she said carefully when she opened it.

"Mommy! Mommy! Help me!" a screaming Will cried over the phone. "I wanna come home! I want you and Daddy! No! Don't!" Scully put a hand to her mouth as her son's voice was swiftly cut off. She turned to Mulder, who had been climbing up the stairs toward her. He stood there for a moment, frozen with a look of sheer terror on his face.

"Will? Will, are you there? Talk to me, sweety," Scully begged over the phone. "It's Mommy. Can you hear me?"

"Will!" Mulder shouted, inching closer to Scully. "Will!" His panic seemed to have broken through, and he was losing control.

"Stop shouting, Agent Mulder. It's not good for children to hear their parents yell," a strange voice said, replacing the now silent Will.

"What the...Who the hell are you?" Mulder shouted, making sure that he could be heard. "And where's my son!"

"Be calm, Agent Mulder. When you have decided to be civilized and silent, I will tell you what you need to hear."

Mulder ran a hand over his face and gave Scully a furious look. The fury wasn't directed at her, but to the man on the phone who took Will's voice from them. He shook his head and began to walk down the stairs, knowing he wouldn't be able to control himself. Scully watched him, pleading with her eyes.

After a few moments the voice began to speak again. "Now that I have your complete attention. I do indeed, as you may have guessed, have your son. Will, was it? No matter, it only matters who his parents are. The great Fox Mulder and Dana Scully. The agents who gave it all to find out the truth." The man gave a laugh. "The truth. You found it, did you not? That doesn't matter. Taking this child was the only way I could get what I wanted from you."

Scully swallowed a lump in her throat. "What do you want?"

"You can't give me what I want, Agent Scully. But you can get me the means to obtain it. In Agent Mulder's former office, now the office of a John Doggett, there is a disc. A 3 1/2 floppy, to be specific. It has information on there that I need. Get it, or your little 'miracle' dies."

"But we can't just walk into DC and get that disc. It's impossible. There's got to be hundreds of discs, if they still exist. And we don't even know if Doggett is still there."

"Well, find out. You have one week. I'll call you at this number to check up on you." The line went dead.