****chapter six****

Scully stayed in the bedroom the rest of the day, coming out only to eat. Finally, at one o' clock, Mulder peaked in to see what she was doing. His room was a mess. Clothes strewn everywhere. He walked in, slightly alarmed.

"Scully?"

She turned around. She was snooping through his closet. "Scully, what's wrong?"

"My identity. It's in here. It said so."

"What said so?" he inquired, immediately suspecting a conspiracy.

"My mind."

"Have you found anything?"

"She held up two things, one in each hand. In her left hand was a small baggie. "You eat sunflower seeds. I don't like them."

"Right," he said, chuckling. "You never liked them."

"Why do you eat them?"

"I don't know. Nervous habit."

In the other hand, she held up a gray T-shirt. "This was in my box of clothes. You gave it to me. I don't like sports. Are the Knicks your favorite team?"

"Yep. I gave you that shirt, well, I lent it to you, when you spilled pizza sauce down your shirt one night. You never gave it back."

"It smells good."

"Like what?"

Scully took a whiff of the gray bundle. "Like, like soap and cologne...like you."

Mulder just nodded.

"Does Frohike still have a thing for me?" she asked, breaking the silence.

"You remember him?" She nodded. "Yeah, he'll always have a thing for you."

"I saw Samantha."

This statement, which she said so matter-of-factly, froze Mulder. "You saw my sister?" he asked carefully, so as not to injure her fragile statement.

"Yeah. She said to say hi."

"Where is she?"

"I don't know."

"Where *was* she?"

"In my head."

Mulder's head fell disappointedly. "You must have been dreaming."

"No." She paused. "She said she died when she was ten. She had cancer. She said to tell her Foxy that she loves him."

"Are you sure it was her?"

"Mm-hmm. She knew my name."

"What is your name?"

"Dana."

"What is your last name?"

"My name is Dana."

Mulder nodded in understanding. She did not respond to him because she did not know Scully. He knew that she was not his Scully yet, though. He could see it in her eyes.

[how do I make her remember?]