Scully turned her gaze from the window, to back at Skinner. Her brow was crossed as if she was trying to solve a great problem. "Why do you think they returned him Skinner? Why after all this time? It makes no sense to me. "

Skinner shrugs. His gaze was focused on the road before him. "I thought about that too. I think there are probably two reasons. It's a trap or they are done with him and have no further use for him."

Scully nods. She had thought that it might be a trap, but it had been so long and no one worked for the X-Files now. Scully also had stopped searching for the truth, she could not think of anything she had done in over ten years which would warrant a trap. "But, why not kill him? The others were found dead. I wonder what the prevalence of dropping him off in New Mexico? I just don't understand it."

"Well, Mulder was always special," said Skinner. "Let's try not to worry about it right now, Mulder is currently being guarded by four agents. We will learn more once we get down there."

The plane landed at 9pm in Albuquerque. Fortunately, the hospital where Mulder was staying wasn't very far from the airport. It was warm and very dry. The last time Scully had been in New Mexico was seven years ago when they thought they had a lead on Mulder. She was in Roswell, when the most famous UFO crash had occurred. They turned up nothing and Scully remembered how much she cried on the flight back home to Washington DC. It was fair to say that Scully hated New Mexico.

They quickly drove to the hospital. Scully sighed as she looked at the large building. Somewhere in there was Mulder. Her stomach flipped over and she felt vaguely nauseous. She was afraid to see the man she had waited for so long to return. She felt the touch of a hand on her should and she jumped.

"It's going to be okay," said Skinner reassuringly.

Scully slowly nods. "I hope so."

They entered the hospital. Skinner goes up to the front desk and shows the receptionist his badge. "We are here to see the man that has been identified as Fox Mulder."

The receptionist smiles and nods. "We have been expecting you. There will be agent right down to escort you."

Skinner and Scully wait a few minutes. A young man with black hair who was clearly of Native American descent approached them. He was dressed in plain black t-shirt and jeans. "Hello, I am Agent Garcia. I am the one who is in charge of keeping your man guarded."

Skinner shakes hands with Agent Garcia. "Yes, I remember talking to you over the phone. It's nice to meet you."

Scully extends her hand as well. "I am Dr. Dana Scully."

Agent Garcia smiles, "It's a pleasure to meet you as well. It's not too often when we get people from DC out here. Come this way, we have to go up a couple of floors."

"Thank you," said Scully. She looked calm and expressionless, but internally she was on the verge of having a panic attack. Her heart was racing and she felt dizzy. She wondered if she was going to burst into tears when she lays eyes on Mulder, All of these pent up emotions that were held up over the years were ready to burst.

Agent Garcia leads them to an elevator. They all go in and he presses the button for the sixth floor. "I hear that this Mulder has been gone for ten years. It's pretty crazy, normally people that are abdicated normally don't survive for over 72 hours."

"Yes, we were pretty shocked to get the call," said Skinner.

"What is Mulder's condition?" asks Scully, tapping her foot. She hates being in elevators, they make her feel claustrophobic.

"Well, first thing he has no idea who he is. I haven't spoken to him personally yet, but the nurse told me that he cannot remember anything, not even his own name." Said Agent Garcia. The elevator dings and the doors open. "He is just two doors down."

"Oh," said Scully. "What is his physical condition?" She glanced around the hall of the ward. It was your average high security ward. All the doors of the rooms were metal and locked. Each room had a viewing window. Scully wanted to run and look into the window of Mulders room but she waited to the others to catch up with her.

"We haven't done a lot of tests yet," said Garcia. "We wanted to wait for you to come before we did anything really. His condition is stable, he is very malnourished, and his body is littered with scars that are comparable to repeated beatings. There are some fresh wounds, but those appear self-inflicted."

Scully took a sharp breath. "I see."

A nurse reproached the group of agents and doctor. "The patient is awake."

Skinner placed his hand on Scully's shoulder. "You should see him first, you are the doctor."

Scully nods and she took a few slow steps down to his room and peeked into the viewing window before actually stepping into his room. She crossed her arms, there was a nurse setting a tray onto to the bed which blocked her view of the person in the bed. The nurse moved to write something her his chart. Scully almost covered her eyes, she was almost too shy to look at him However, and she made herself look anyway. There was a very thin man in the bed with shaggy brown hair. Scully put her hand under her chin and studied him for a few minutes. The man in the bed took no notice that someone was watching him, he was too busy stuffing his face with the tray that the nurse had brought him. The man finished his dinner within a matter of minutes. That is when he turned and looked out the window and stared at Scully. Scully took a step back, when she saw a full view of his face, It was definitely Mulder, there in the flesh. She had told herself that she was not going to cry, but when she saw those brown eyes look up at her, Scully burst out into tears. She could not believe that the man she had waited for so long for was finally back in her life and she could no longer hold back her sobs.

Skinner rushed to Scully's side, he had been conversing with Agent Garcia and Mulder's doctors. He pulled her into a hug. "Shhh, what is wrong?" He looked slightly panicked, it was rare for Scully to lose her cool.

"It's nothing," sobbed Scully. "I…I'm just happy to know he is alive. "She cried for a few minutes before finally composing herself. She pulled away from Skinner's embrace. "Thanks, I'm ready to see him now."

Scully walks to Mulder's door and quietly knocks on it. A nurse opens the door, she turns and smiles at Mulder. "It looks like you finally have a visitor!"

"Cool," says Mulder quietly as he fiddles with the utensils on his tray.

Scully walks in. She walks up to Mulder's bed. "Hello, I am Dr. Dana Scully. Can I have your name please?" She decided it would be the best route to treat him like she was just meeting him. She did not want to scare him or make him nervous. Patients with amnesia are under very fragile mental states.

Mulder looks up at Scully. There are no signs of recognition in his eyes. He looked awful, his hair was unkempt and shaggy. He was terribly thin, his cheeks were sunken in, and there was a large scar on his chin that was suggestive of someone hitting him with a blunt object. He reminded Scully of a concentration camp victim. Mulder shrugs his thin shoulders. "They call me Fox Mulder," he says like he was unsure if that was really his name. "I think Fox is a funny name though."