SLOW MOTION
MULDER
How hard I had to fight back his stranglehold, just to say Scully, Run.
All I managed to do was slowing down the inevitable movement of my finger on the trigger.
I could see her, her tears, feel her agony everywhere in my gut and heart, triggering a Pavlovian reflex deep hidden in my cerebral cortex, unreachable by his power.
I whispered Scully... Scully... while shooting all my forces at her.
SCULLY
I stepped back slowly, keeping my eyes in Mulder's, focusing both on his actions, the motion of his hand, and on the fire alarm.
What a relief it was to hear him pronouncing my name, to have this first slight connection between us. There was hope in this words, hope that his strength will overwhelm the bastard's grip.
I had faith that he couldn't pull the trigger on me, the way he whispered my name.
M&S
What scientific devices could have measured and kept records of the phenomena that took place in this critical few seconds ?
Can we theorize what happened, describe these indestructible interconnections between us, formalize the physical, psychological and emotional interaction laws that have ruled our actions ?
None observer srutinizing us in slow motion can give the answers.