Scully was jolted awake, soaked with sweat from her fever. She saw her mother across the room, sound asleep in the chair with a hospital blanket wrapped around her. The room was dark and quiet, but she felt something calling her. She couldn't quite grasp what it was, but it was something like a beacon, beckoning her to come. The sensation was so strong that she could no longer control her own movements. She felt herself pull the IV out of her arm. Automatically she was up and out of bed with her bare feet planted on the floor. She had to go. It was calling her. In a trance-like state, she began walking and made her way out of the hospital unnoticed.
Still in her hospital gown, she found herself wandering around the lower level of the hospital's parking garage. She could feel the beacon getting closer, pounding out a rhythm that matched the beating of the pulse coming from the back of her neck. Walking further into the dark shadows of the garage, she noticed a car sitting idle with its passenger-side door open. Without question, she got into the car and shut the door. The driver took off immediately, squealing and smoking the tires as the car sped out of the garage and off into the night.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW WHERE SHE IS?" Mulder screamed at the nurse. "THEY TOOK HER, DIDN'T THEY? THEY TOOK HER AGAIN!"
A collection of doctors and nurses gathered in the hallway, witnessing the unraveling of Fox Mulder. No one said a word. Mrs. Scully stood among them trying to fight back her tears.
Mulder didn't expect them to answer. Of course they didn't see anything. Of course they didn't know where she was. Because THEY took her.
Out of desperation, Mulder flung an empty wheelchair into the wall. Mulder had lost it. Lost his cool. Lost his temper. Lost his patience. Lost his tolerance. Lost his Scully. Again. And then he felt sick. He grabbed the closest waste basket and lost the contents of his stomach.
He stumbled down the hallway in a daze, leaving everyone behind.