Chapter 3
He watched her pull her long hair into a bun. She felt his eyes on her and she turned to see him staring contently at her.
"Do they have a hair salon in this place?" she joked, tugging at her extremely long red locks.
"I think I like the Repunzel look Scully" he replied, stretching his arms above his head. She smiled a half-hearted smiled and carried a bag she had packed thirty-five years ago to the bed. Mulder leaned over so that he could see what was in it. She pulled out her's and Mulder's guns and set them on the bed. She then pulled out her cross necklace and a tear fell down her cheek. He took it from her and fastened it around her neck. She touched the cross lightly and smiled through tears at Mulder. He touched her cheek and then looked at the bag, urging her to continue. She pulled out Mulder's clothes and then her own. At the very bottom she felt a thin, glossy paper. She slowly pulled it out and stared into the eyes of her son. She let it fall into her lap and her face went into her hands as her body retched with sobs. Mulder picked up the picture and looked at it, his hand shaking slightly.
"I've seen him you know" came Kryceks voice. Mulder looked up to see him standing at the door.
"He looks just like her..and you". Mulder threw the empty bag at Krycek, watching it hurl right through his body. He was in no mood for games, especially not ones dealing with his son.
Scully looked at him, wondering why the sudden outburst. He touched her cheek and got off the bed. He stood with his back to her and tried to collect his thoughts. William was alive. They were underground. Where was William? How many people were left…real people? What did the world look like now? It must be bad up there. His thoughts were interrupted when he felt her small but strong hand on his back. He turned around and she handed him his clothes. They dressed in silence with their backs turned to each other.