As Scully sat with her son in her arms, sleeping soundly, she couldn't separate the different emotions she felt. She couldn't be entirely happy but her focus couldn't be centred on where Mulder was either. Her son was safe. As William lay with his arm across her chest, she knew that she'd spend her whole life making things right after she'd given him up. It didn't matter how many times people tried to make her feel as if she'd done the right thing, she should never have let him go.

Reyes was anxious about Doggett, and unfortunately she didn't have the pleasure of a sleeping William to distract her from her worry. The satisfaction she had felt when handing William over was short-lived and as thrilled as she was to have helped bring Scully's family back together, she was terrified that she'd never see the man she wanted to be her family.

"I'm going back," Reyes put on her coat and Scully stared up at her.

"Back where?"

"To the house, they should've been here by now – something's gone wrong."

"If it has you shouldn't walk into that Monica, it's not safe."

"Well I can't just stay here doing nothing! It's making me crazy," Scully stood up and slowly handed William over to Monica, "Dana – I have to go back, you'd do the same thing…"

"They'll be here, I know they will."

"How do you know?"

"I just do, sit with him Monica," as she started to protest, Reyes looked down at William, he was awake and he was beaming up at her.

Now Reyes understood why Scully had managed to sit and wait patiently. Holding this child in her arms, she could feel the reassurance and safety that Scully had. Whether it was real or not, William made Reyes feel as if she was crazy to suspect anything had gone wrong, and that both men would turn up. Soon.

Doggett opened his eyes and looked around him. He didn't recognise where he was and when he tried to move he couldn't. The room was dark and he couldn't be sure but he felt as if there was someone else in the room with him. Great. He was 'sensing' things – he couldn't wait to tell Reyes, she'd tease him a lot. He felt a pang in his chest and he realised it was because he desperately wanted to see her. He tried to move again and then felt the restraints on his arms and legs. As his eyes adjusted to the dark a cold chill ran across his body and his exposed chest shivered.

Where the hell was he? The last thing he remembered was being with Mulder in the Van De Kamp house. Then there was a big flash of light. How long had he been out for? Where was Mulder? He didn't want to call out; his best guess was that they were still in the house and that they weren't alone. His frustration grew as he found no answers in his mind for the questions racing around. He turned his head slightly and saw someone lying on a table beside him. He couldn't be sure but an educated guess told him that this was Mulder.

He whispered his name but received no reply. He had no idea what to do and the feeling of helplessness grew inside him. As he persisted in trying to move around the table he was lying on, a door opened and momentarily lit up the room. He used the time to check if it was Mulder beside him. It wasn't. And whoever it was, they didn't look alive.

Once the door had closed and it was dark again a tall figure approached Doggett and shone a light into his eyes.

"Who are you? Where am I?" there was no response from his host, "what the hell is this? Where's Mulder?" still nothing. His anger grew and as he made continued efforts to break free he felt his restraints fall loose and he froze, waiting for someone to notice.

Nobody came and the tall figure turned and left the room. When he'd gone Doggett sat up and then he stood. He walked towards the person lying beside him and as he reached out to feel for a pulse a bright blinding light filled the room and then everything went blank.

Reyes ran through the hospital corridors and didn't stop until she reached the nurses station.

"Can someone help me, I'm here to see John Doggett, where is he?" a doctor came over and put his hand on Reyes' shoulder. "Are you his doctor? Can I see him?" the doctor tried to explain to Reyes what had happened, the tests that had been conducted and the condition that Doggett was in, but she didn't care, she didn't listen to any of it – she just had to see him.

When she walked into his room she approached his bed with caution, she couldn't believe that it was really him. As she sat beside him she slid her hand into his and his eyes slowly opened.

"Monica… hey," Reyes smiled and wiped a stray tear from her cheek. "Why are you crying? I'm okay… it's all okay…"

"John. Where have you been?"

"What are you talking about? Where's Mulder?" Reyes frowned and realised that Doggett had no idea what she was talking about. He had no idea about anything.

"You've been missing for a month John. Nobody's heard from you or Mulder since that night at the Van De Kamps. I didn't think I'd ever see you again…" Doggett stared at Reyes and tried to take in what she'd said. What the hell was going on?