Chapter 3: Waking up from the American Dream
Skinner's phone then started ringing
Dana, to him, news was bringing.
As the CSM predicted
so it was that she reported.
She asked him how she should proceed
"I want you to return to me.
Let the others look for longer,
we've got other things to ponder."
To Mulder did her thoughts now turn
and hopes for him, a safe return.
The copter took her back to land
so she and Skinner could make plans.
He told her of the conversation
(or was it more a confrontation?)
he had with the CSM
from start to less than stellar end.
They knew that Special Agent Mulder
would soon be riding on a copter
from a platform back to land
that he would soon be safe again.
If he was safe, still, at that time,
but the CSM implied
as much, so they felt cause for hope
but with fear still present, though.
Now to the hotel them returning
Checking out, to LA turning
From LAX to Baton Rouge
and to the room that Fox had used
(They thought to keep it would be prudent
and Sam, they felt, could well afford it),
Nothing now to do but wait
and hope and fear and maybe pray.
Fox had hoped to see their faces
Sir Skinner and the Lady Dana
as the bird first kissed the ground
but saw that they were not around.
Still he knew it to be prudent
that they not then there be present.
So his hopes remained quite high
that they, like him, were quite alive.
The paper gave no indication
of news while in his isolation
He assumed that all was well,
at least had not yet gone to hell.
Chapter 3: Waking Up from the American Dream (Continued)
Skinner strode down to the lobby
and there met Special Agent Scully
Each was still a little groggy
as they got their morning coffee.
Back to agent Mulder's room
to hope that they would see him soon.
Then an hour of waiting, yearning
then the sound of a key turning
then the door seen swinging open
and that for which they had been hoping.
Fox now present, safe and sound,
The case was almost over now.
With handshakes, hugs, and words and tears
Did each to other then come near.
But this, too, passed and they moved on.
They packed up, checked out, and were gone.
To the airport, to the plane
To DC (and home!) again.
A days rest and a good night's sleep
the next day they would have to be
back at work, back in the basement,
back for a new day's abasement.
Life goes on, so don't complain;
no one listens anyway.
Epilogue
You spent some of your sacred time
upon this little tale of mine.
My thanks to you I wish to give
for all the days that you shall live.
And though I know I'm in your debt,
please let me make one more request.
Tell me, is it good or bad?
Should I rejoice or feel sad
for having pieced these words together
and left them on the net forever.
Nothing better can a write,
and so I say, for now, good bye.