Scully sat on the floor, her knees pressed against her body, until she stopped shaking. How naïve it was for her to think that Edward would go away. He had come for her before. It was stupid of her to think that he wouldn't come again. But she wanted to believe that it was over. She needed to believe.
She slowly stood, regaining her composure, and feeling the pain of Edward's anger. Her stomach grumbled with hunger. It had been a while since she had eaten. Edward had enough mind to give her some water and bread but that was a few hours ago.
Scully eyed the room, hoping to find something that she had previously missed. Nothing. She jiggled the doorknob but it was locked. Scully cried out and pounded her fists against door.
"Eddie! Open up! Eddie! Let me out!"
She gave one defiant kick to the door. No response. Either Edward was ignoring her or he was gone. Scully stood at the door, looking at it, hoping that with the mere power of persuasion, the door would open and lead her to freedom. To Mulder.
Scully gave one more exasperated cry and fell into the bed. The satin sheets felt cool under her skin and for a brief moment, everything that happened to her in the past few days seemed like a dream. She closed her eyes and succumbed to the sweetness that called her.