Scully woke up on the mattress in the corner of her room. She opened her eyes slowly and Mulder standing silently in the doorway, gazing at her with a thoughtful expression on his face. "Mulder" She sat up and pulled her blanket to her chest. "How long have you been there?"

Mulder looked tired, pale and disheveled. And he was gripping a coffee mug like it was sustaining his life. "I don't know" Mulder said blankly. "You want coffee?"

"That would be nice." Scully accepted.

Mulder left for a minute. Scully considered getting up but she didn't have a robe and the T-shirt she was wearing didn't conceal much. She settled for pulling the blanket higher and tucking her hair behind her ear. Mulder brought back her coffee. "Thanks" She had to crane her neck to look at him. She missed having a bed. Mulder sat down on the foot of the mattress. Scully pulled her knees up to her chest.

Mulder looked at her. "I uh, I'm sorry." he said looking thoroughly ashamed of himself. "About last night."

Scully raised her eyebrows. "Do you even remember last night?

"Not much" he admitted.

"Are you all right?" she asked.

He nodded. "I took some aspirin. Scully, someone at work gave it to me. I never meant to use that stuff."

"Then why'd you take it?" She asked.

"I was trying to be friendly."

Scully shot him a look.

"It's the 70's" he said weakly.

Scully sighed. "You know Mulder I've been thinking about something you said last night. You asked me who we answer to now. Now that we've lost everything, and I think I know the answer. We answer to ourselves, and we answer to each other, just like we always have. We've never followed the rules just for the rules sake. Whenever I tried you wouldn't let me. You told me there had to be a reason, a purpose to do what we did. And you were right. Maybe we can't go on with our work, maybe we can't finish what we started but we're still responsible for what we have left of our lives. We can't just give up."

Mulder nodded. "I know." Mulder said sadly. "You've been keeping us going since we got here. I've just been along for the ride and it hasn't been fair to you."

"I'm fine" Scully didn't want him feeling guilty anymore.

"But it's wrong." Mulder insisted. "I've been a dead weight the whole time we been here and it's time I got my act together. And Scully I promise you," he locked eyes with her. "I'm not going to let you down anymore."

Scully was speechless.

"In fact," Mulder brightened and stood up. "I'm going to start by buying you breakfast. I'll bet it's been a long time since you had a descent meal." Mulder started toward the door.

"Mulder…" Scully objected. She was glad he was pulling himself out of his dark mood but he was still forgetting something.

He stopped in her bedroom doorway. "I'm not taking no for an answer." He declared.

"But Mulder…" Scully called after him.

"I'll be right back" He promised and she heard the front door click shut.

Scully yawned and sipped her nearly untouched coffee while she tried to decide which of her three collared shirts to wear with her one black pair of pants. Then she saw Mulder's mug was still on the floor beside her mattress where he'd left it. It looked lighter colored than hers. With a guilty smirk she set her mug down and picked up Mulder's. Yep, definitely more cream. She sat with her back to the wall, closed her eyes and savored it. Now all she needed was some chocolate…

Scully opened her eyes when her peace was disturbed by the sound of the front door opening and closing and she knew Mulder had finally realized what he'd forgotten.

"Scully?" Mulder asked from her bedroom doorway.

"Hmmm?" She asked, sipping his coffee.

"Do you have any money?"