When Walter Skinner woke up in the morning, he was not looking forward to the day. The work was getting monotonous, and the one distraction he had in the day was missing. Mulder had been missing for nearly a week, but to be completely honest with himself, Skinner was not surprised. For him, this had been a long time coming.
What did surprise him was what he saw when he opened the door to his apartment is get the morning paper.
"Holy …"
Mulder and some other body were huddled precociously together near the arch of his doorway. Skinner quickly glanced around, suddenly thankful for his early bird habits. None of his neighbors were up yet. No one should have seen this.
Before he could satisfy his curiosity about the identity of the other body, Skinner decided that he should move the two figures inside. With Mulder being on top, Skinner tired to move him first, but found it difficult. Mulder was too heavy.
Luckily the movement had jolted him awake.
"Sir?"
Skinner helped the man up before shoving him inside. He then picked up the other body and closed the door behind him.
"Sir, what's going on?"
"I don't know, Mulder. You tell me …"
As Skinner laid the other figure across the sofa, he realized who it was. But before he could get any words out, Mulder began to explain the entire situation. Skinner listened quickly, though not quite understanding the severity of the story until it was well over.
"So what are you going to do?"
"The only thing we can do. We have to get away. There's nothing left here sir, especially not for her."
Skinner agreed.
"But where would you go."
"I don't know."
Mulder was done talking. He was done living in the past. He now only had the future of think about. But save it for tomorrow he thought as he lay next to Scully. Tomorrow would be the start of the future, but for now, all Mulder wanted was to live in the present.