I may use end up using some 70's lingo so if you're not "With It" on the "Flower Power" decades it might sound like I'm "Talking Jive"...you get idea. www inthe70's com has a slang dictionary if you need it. But be warned, not all the words on the web page are polite.

Scully looked over her novel at the man sitting across from her at the picnic table. "Why don't you cut your hair?" She asked as Mulder absently tucked his hair behind his ears.

Mulder looked up from the book he was reading. "Why? You don't like it like this?"

"You're never going to get a job looking like that." Scully took in his bell bottoms, tie-dyed t-shirt, and hair that was almost long enough for a ponytail now. "Do you want to keep living in that apartment forever?"

"It reminds me of home" Mulder said with a smile.

"Home was nicer than that" Scully said with a hint of longing.

"Maybe your place" Mulder looked back at his book.

"Even you're place was a lot nicer than this." Scully wasn't letting it drop.

"Not my kitchen." Mulder defended. "This kitchen's nicer."

"You don't even use the kitchen Mulder."

"I still like it." Mulder insisted.

Scully was growing exasperated. "Mulder…"

"Why don't you call me Fox?" Mulder said casually, changing the subject.

Scully's was stunned. "I thought you didn't like it"

"I didn't, but now…" He surveyed the park where a few yards away a young man with a beard was practicing guitar while his girlfriend braided guitar straps, holding the end of the strap with her bare toes while she worked…"I feel different here. More comfortable with my identity"

"You don't suppose that's because everyone we've met so far has children named Sun, Moon, Ocean, or Sky, do you?"

Mulder ignored her sarcasm. "This place, this time, it's all about freedom, peace. Just look around Scully. It's the 70's, long hair, convertibles, Rock and Roll…"

"Draft dodging, substance abuse…" Scully wasn't getting into the spirit of things.

"C'mon Scully" Mulder grinned at her. "Enjoy the time."

"Yeah, and you'll be enjoying the time too when you get drafted."

Mulder split open a sunflower seed in his mouth and spit out the shells. "I'm too old to get drafted, or too young, depending on your point of view." He bit into another seed.

"Just don't show them your driver's license" Scully said darkly.

"I don't have it. That crazy blonde took it from me at gun point remember?"

"Right, I forgot. You know I still think we should have talked to them Mulder. They seemed to have an idea what was going on."

Mulder raised his eyebrows. "And that didn't worry you at all?"

"Not as much as the idea of being stranded here forever."

"You're just annoyed because I was right about Dr. Pent's claims of time travel" Mulder smirked.

"You mean that 'Back to the Future'-esque story about a 'time machine'?"

"The one you wouldn't believe" Mulder rubbed it in.

"Well if I were you I wouldn't be too proud of myself, because if your theory was correct we have no way of getting home."

"We'll just do what he did in the movie, find the doctor…"

"Mulder in the movie Marty got back from 1955 by visiting Doc Brown in 1955. The year he had the idea, and telling him everything else he needed to know. You told me Dr. Pent didn't get the idea until 1981. And then it took him over ten years to make it work."

Mulder considered her words. "So I guess you'd better get used to that apartment huh?"