Scully woke among a sea of blankets and at first believed that she was still at home. The large bed engulfed her small body and the scent of roses filled the air. When she opened her eyes, Scully saw that she was not a home. It was far from it. Though the bed was large, the room she was in was small with bare walls whose paint was peeling. The smell of roses came from a vase that was placed on a side table near the bed.

She sat up in the bed and was greeted by a pang of pain that still lingered in her head and the rest of her body. A flood of memories came rushing in and reminded Scully of her ordeal. Suddenly afraid, she crept out of the bed and tip-toed to the door. Hearing no one, she went out the room and into the rest of the small house.

The house was no larger than her apartment and obviously isolated from society. It was sparsely furnished with a few chairs and tables and nothing more. Papers littered the ground. Scully walked slowly around the house trying to make sense of what happened to her. When she picked up one of the pieces of paper that were scattered around Scully saw that her name was on it.

Each piece of paper she picked up, Scully saw that she was mentioned in some way. Some were clippings from the newspaper or copies of files from the FBI. Candid photos of her also lie on the floor. Scully was so engrossed in the papers that she failed to hear the footsteps approaching.

A hand on her shoulder caused her to jump.

"Agent Scully, so nice of you to join me."

The sound of his voice triggered a memory she could not remember.

"As you can see, I've been following you for quite some time." He crouched beside her and reached for her hand.

"I know you." Her breathing was unsteady – heart racing.

"It was a thousand summers ago."

"I see you in my dreams, my nightmares."

"You barely acknowledged my existence. Passed me by for the other man."

"You hurt me before. I tried to forget."

"My dear Dana, I'm impossible to forget."

He stood up pulling Scully up and closer to him. His lips lingered around hers and as he moved closer, she pulled back.

"Let me go."

"You don't love him."

"Mulder?"

"Not even on a first name basis. How could you possibly love him?"

Scully brushed his hand off her.

"No, you're wrong. He loves me. We're…he's going to marry me."

Scully raised her left hand to show him the engagement ring. Her breathing stopped when she saw that it wasn't there.

"You have nothing."

Scully collapsed to the floor and stared off into nothing. She blocked everything from her mind, unaware as the man held a chloroform drenched rag to her nose.

Mulder…Fox…Help…