Chapter 5

The next morning, bright and early
Scully cheerful, Mulder surly
Skinner's office the location
of a debriefing conversation.

They told him what they'd seen and found
as they travelled all around;
about the theory they had hatched
and how to all the facts: it matched.

Skinner's temper growing short:
"Is that all you've got to report.?!"
Scully flinched and Mulder stared
for this they were both unprepared.

"I'm sorry, sir, the trail went cold;
our time was up, so we came home.
The two young men were both arrested",
Scully said, her boss protested

"This chance may not come again
and if at all, too late by then.
You did not know where this was going;
I could not help, in spite of knowing."

"So I did what I could do
To help you find the hidden truth.
You did your best, but I have failed
their work continues, uncurtailed."

"And so we must, I fear, move on
to other leads, this chance is gone."
Said Skinner's voice, with some despair.
It stopped and silence filled the air.

"The write-up should reach you today
of what we did while on this case.
I wish that I had something more;
next time we'll get them, sir, I'm sure."

So Scully said as they departed
and t'wards their offices they started
To do the work they could get done
(Scully - much, and Mulder - none).

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This tale, alas, has reached its end
and so I set aside my pen
(metaphorically, of course,
this story has no paper source).

I thank you for that you have read
this tale that sprang forth from my head
(that's tale, not tail, I'm not a freak,
at least not in that sense, I mean.)

Please do bless me with your views
of these words that you've perused.
Praise me if the praise be true
or taunt if truth so leads you to.

I wish to know my writing's merit:
should I frame it, should I tear it?
Only you can tell me so
for only you, dear reader, know.