"How could he just walk out of here and nobody saw him?" Scully asked loudly, her hands on her hips. "He collapsed and was brought in by ambulance. Yet, he got up, walked out, and no one saw him leave? How is that possible?"

"Agent Scully-"

"No. I want to know where he is and what happened!"

"Agent Scully-"

"What?" She turned around and saw Peter Blake standing halfway down the hall. He held her gaze and her stomach dropped as she quickly walked over to him. "Where is he?"

"The cemetery."

"Why?"

"She needs to help him. To help someone."

"Who?"

"You know who," he said with a nod. "You just don't want to believe or admit it."

"Sarah Blackwell." He nodded and she scoffed, shaking her head. "I don't believe it because it's not possible."

"You're wrong. It's possible. I know it for a fact. I'm here, aren't I? All of my scans are still clear. Whatever happened… whatever I believed was possible before… it's nothing compared to what I believe now."

"You think… you really believe she healed you? A woman dead for nearly two hundred years?"

"I know how it sounds. I do. But, yes. I do."

"That's…"

"Is it any different than thinking a god, who is believed to reside in the sky, could do the same thing?"

She stared at him, opening her mouth to say that of course it was, but then closed it with a sigh.

"Why does she want Mulder?" she asked softly.

"I can't say exactly as I don't know. I just know… she needs to help someone. Like she helped me."

"But why?"

"I don't know why. I just feel it." He moved his fingers like he had done the first time they met him and shook his head. "It's like… like static electricity building. I feel it. I know you can't, but Agent Mulder does. He knows."

"Will… will she hurt him?"

"No."

"I'm sorry if I don't completely believe that's true. Have you seen Trevor?" she asked skeptically and he nodded with a small smile.

"He was there with me, though I never saw him. He remembered me. I think he somehow helped to save me. I don't know how, but…" He shrugged and Scully sighed heavily.

"Where will I find him?"

Slamming the car door, Scully stared at the cemetery, the light from the full moon nearly bright enough, but she still took her flashlight out of her coat pocket and turned it on.

As she started to walk towards the cemetery, headlights shining behind her made her turn around, shielding her eyes. Another car pulled behind as the first car parked, and then another, all parking beside each other. The lights cut off, doors began to open, and Flora, Fauna, Ashley, Cassie, Renée and the other women from Fauna's coven got out and looked at Scully.

"What are you doing here?" Scully asked, staring at them in shock.

"Helping you," Fauna said, closing the door and buttoning her coat.

"That's right," one of Fauna's friends said, putting on gloves and nodding. "Fauna called, sounding the alarm, and we all answered."

"With you," Fauna said, nodding at Scully. "We have thirteen, the goddesses' number. There's also a full moon tonight. Whatever has been happening lately, it seems like tonight's the night. I've been feeling it all day."

"Me too," said Ashley and Cassie looked at her, both of them nodding. "Something in the air… like an electric current."

"Exactly," Fauna said, nodding at Ashley who smiled back somewhat nervously. "Let's go. It's time."

Scully kept looking at the women who walked with flashlights, silently and with purpose through the cemetery.

"What's the plan, Faun?" Flora asked softly and Scully heard Fauna sigh.

"Sarah will show us what she needs," Fauna replied and Scully caught Flora's eye, not knowing what to say.

"Okay, little sister," Flora said, taking Fauna's hand and nodding.

This is ridiculous, Scully thought. It will get us nowhere. We should be searching for them, not doing whatever this will be.

But then, as they reached the edge of the cemetery and Fauna stopped walking, the hairs on the back of Scully's neck stood up and she began to breathe harder.

"You feel it, Agent Scully," Fauna whispered. "It's that current that Ashley mentioned. It's right there." She reached out, like Peter had, and she moved her fingers slowly. "Feel it. Here."

She took Scully's hand and held it in her own, moving their fingers together.

"Oh my God," Scully said, feeling it in her fingers and down her wrist.

"She's here somewhere. We just have to find her. Ladies, the candles."

Fauna left Scully to help set up candles in a circle in the grass. The flashlights were turned off as thirteen, tall, round white candles were lit and each person was instructed to stand behind one of them, keeping the circle tight.

"Sarah Blackwell," Fauna said and Scully raised her eyes from her candle to look at her. "We are here tonight, in the place where you once lived, to help you. We understand now. You're trapped. Stuck in between worlds and you don't want to be. Not anymore. You probably haven't for a very long time. But we understand now and we want to help you. Show us how to help you."

Scully looked around and saw the others doing the same, waiting for some kind of a sign.

It's silly, she thought, but then her candle flickered though there was no wind blowing.

It sputtered and caught, sputtering again, and nearly extinguishing.

"Talk to it," Fauna whispered. "See who it is."

Scully stared at her incredulously and Fauna nodded, looking at the candle.

"Uh… Sarah?" Scully asked, clearing her throat and feeling exceptionally ridiculous to be speaking to a candle. It sputtered twice and Scully could almost picture it shaking its head in exasperation. "Mm… Mulder?"

The flame burned incredibly brightly and then resumed its regular glow, causing everyone to gasp and murmur about the impossibilities of what they were witnessing.

"Agent Mulder? It's Fauna, can you hear me?"

The candle glowed again and Flora exhaled loudly as she shook her head and looked at her sister.

"We're here at the cemetery with you, wherever you are. We want to help Sarah to find peace. To ascend, as she was meant to do on the day she died. Do you see Sarah?"

Bright white flame burned again and Fauna covered her mouth, her eyes wide.

"How do we get to you, Mulder?" Scully breathed, but the candle did not react. "Mulder, did you hear me?"

The candle glowed and then began to lessen.

"No!" Scully said, dropping to her knees in the cold wet grass as it nearly went out.

"Oh my God," someone said and Scully turned to see the candle in front of Ashley burning brightly. "Arthur? Is… is it you?" Even brighter it glowed and Ashley began to cry. "How… how can we-"

"Brent?" Cassie said as her candle burned brighter and it flickered and glowed. "You're safe?" Again it flickered and Cassie laughed shakily.

Looking back at the candle in front of her, Scully saw it was nearly out.

"Mulder," she said quietly, bending closer to the candle, taking a deep breath. "Don't be the sacrificial hero. I can't… Don't leave me. Please. Please don't…"

The candle sputtered, glowed, and burned out, the instant darkness hurting her eyes and breaking her heart.

"No," she whispered, clutching her stomach. "No. He can't… he couldn't…"

"Agent Scully. Look. What is that?"

Looking up, she saw Fauna pointing toward the forest where a faint light was glowing. Or perhaps the light was bright and the forest was dense, but it did not matter.

On her feet and running, as Fauna called after her to wait. She paid her no heed, hurrying as fast as she could, not wanting to believe what the darkened candle could possibly mean.

Branches hit her face, her arms and hands as she lifted them to protect herself, the only light she could see, the growing one in the forest.

"Mulder!" she yelled, almost tripping over a large tree root and catching herself on a tree trunk. "Mulder, where are you? Mulder, please!"

She ran toward the light and suddenly she was in the light, running headlong into a large shape in front of her before she could slow down and stop herself.

Bouncing back, someone caught her around the waist and held her tightly. Stumbling together, she grabbed blindly at them, gaining her footing enough to avoid a fall to the ground.

"Scully?"

"Mulder?"

She put on a steadying hand on his chest and stared at him in disbelief as he continued to hold her around the waist.

"You're okay? There was a candle and it… it…" She looked around and saw lights that seemed to be floating around a woman standing behind Mulder.

She stared at her, taking in her golden hair, dark clothes and green eyes.

"Sarah," she said, staring at her unbelievingly and the woman nodded, her expression intense and probing.

"How did you get here?" Mulder asked Scully, loosening his hold on her, but keeping a hand at her lower back and hip to keep her steady as she began to slip.

"Those lights, they're…"

"They are," Sarah agreed and Scully nodded at Mulder as she stepped away from him and towards Sarah.

"They want to help you, Sarah. To get you where-"

"They can't. I don't know how they can."

"Where are Brent and Arthur?"

"You didn't see them?" Mulder asked worriedly. "They were supposed to have-"

"They did. She came in as they went out."

"What?" Scully asked, not understanding as she looked at Mulder.

"What does that mean, Sarah?" Mulder asked and Sarah shook her head.

"I don't know. I…" She shook her head and looked down. "I'm sorry. I don't know how to-"

"Sarah Blackwell," Fauna's voice called gently, a light glowing brighter behind Sarah. "Can you hear me?"

"That's Fauna. She came here tonight to help you. To do what she can to-"

"I know her voice," Sarah said. "She was here and I…"

"You saved her," Mulder said and Sarah shook her head, her eyes hard and angry.

"No. I did not. If I had, I would have been… I would be with Obadiah."

"You did. You saved her," Mulder said. "And now you've saved Peter. He and his… wife… get to live their lives together, like you had with Obadiah, as brief as it was, unfortunately."

"He… they get to be together?" Sarah asked, looking at each of them.

"Yes," Scully whispered, watching as all the lights began to glow brightly. She reached for Mulder's hand and he interlocked their fingers, holding tightly.

"And the woman?" Sarah asked, turning to look at the lights as Mulder tugged Scully closer to his side.

"She's happy and wants you to find peace."

Sarah turned back to look at Mulder. Scully watched him nod as Sarah shook her head.

"Is it enough?" she whispered. "Is it finally enough?"

"Yes," he said, holding even tighter to Scully's hand as he reached towards Sarah. "Go, Sarah."

"Sarah," Fauna said softly, her light glowing even brighter. "Go, Sarah. Find your peace. Leave this place. Go meet Obadiah and be with him always."

"Go, Sarah," Mulder whispered again, his outstretched fingers moving slowly and beckoning to her. "Go."

She reached out her hand and just before she touched him, she looked at Scully and smiled.

"Yes. I think it will be enough," she whispered, nodding her head and smiling again, her attention turning to Mulder. "Thank you."

"Thank you," he said, her fingers only inches from his. His grip on Scully's hand was nearly bone crushing, but she said nothing, only holding on tightly.

"Goodbye," Sarah breathed and touched his hand.

A light shined so brightly, it forced Scully to close her eyes, as she was suddenly thrown into cold air and darkness, Mulder falling on top of her.

"They're here!"

"I see them!"

"Fauna! Over here!"

"Mulder," Scully whispered, touching his head. "Mulder, can you hear me?"

"Always," he breathed and she smiled, succumbing to unconsciousness as people began to gather around them, shouting for someone to call for help.