DECEMBER 25, 2016 (PRESENT DAY) WOLF POINT, MONTANA By the time Scully and Doggett returned to the house, the Gunmen had set up the camera on a small tripod and were inserting a blank cassette. “Is everything ready to go?” Scully asked. “Yep,” Langley confirmed. “You two can sit on the couch and when we give the signal, just say whatever you think will convince your past selves – along with Mulder and Captain Doggett – that the tape is genuine.” “Nothin’ like condensin’ their murders and the end of the world as they knew it into a thirty second sound bite,” Doggett muttered. “I’m wondering how much we should tell them,” Scully said. “Maybe for their sakes and ours we shouldn’t get too specific.” “Unfortunately you don’t have a choice,” Byers responded. “While I agree for obvious reasons that the details of how they were killed aren’t relevant, the more you can tell them about the alien invasion and subsequent restructuring of the world order, the better.” Scully and Doggett exchanged a look. “Are you ready for this?” she asked. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” he answered, and they settled themselves on the couch, hips touching and hands intertwined in front of them. Langley made a few adjustments to the camera before addressing Scully. “Okay, on the count of three, Scully you start talking and look directly into the camera. Once she finishes, Agent Doggett, you can say whatever you want to as well and then we’ll review the tape.” The couple nodded in acknowledgement, and Langley double-checked the camera before counting to three and gesturing for Scully to begin. “I know that the four of you are going to be understandably suspicious when Jimmy shows up with this tape and tales of world anarchy. I wish I could say that it’s some type of elaborate hoax, along the lines of Orson Wells infamous ‘War of the Worlds’ radio address almost a century ago. Unfortunately what we are telling you is the truth. A truth that eluded us for so many years, only to reveal itself in the most brutal fashion imaginable. Four years and three days ago, Earth was invaded by a group of super soldiers, and it was immediately clear that they did not come with honorable intentions. Millions of people were murdered simply because they were Human; others were singled out for execution because the soldiers felt they posed a direct threat to the aliens’ agenda. To the mutual horror of John and me, our spouses were the first to be killed. Mulder and Jessica were in the capital when the attacks began, and when they were recognized, they instantly became targets. Afraid for our lives and the lives of the children, John and I made the decision to go underground. With the help of the Gunmen, we managed to slip out of Washington and out of the soldiers reach. We spent the better part of the next three and a half years moving in and out of the shadows, never staying in any one place long enough to be discovered. Finally we settled on a private Indian reservation in Montana, and it is here that we are attempting to live out the rest of our lives in peace.” Scully paused then to catch her breath, and Doggett chose that moment to join the commentary. “Most of the world leaders were killed when the aliens arrived, but a few were spared and forced to help them promote their new world order. And to pour salt into the wound, Elizabeth Caldwell is now President of the United States. Somehow I think that was part of the plan all along. In any event, like Dana said, we’re tryin’ to live as normal a life as possible. The dogs are with us, and still follow Sam and the twins wherever they go. And the kids go to school here on the reservation. They’ve held up remarkably well under the circumstances; you’d be proud of them. The boys have pretty much accepted the life we live, but every once in a while I can see Grace lookin’ out the window, like she’s waitin’ for her mom to come home again. God willin’ that’s what this tape will accomplish.” Doggett fell silent then, not trusting himself to say anything more, and Scully continued. “As you might expect, not all of the aliens approve of the way in which their brethren overtook our planet. A small group of those opposed to the occupation contacted the Gunmen and revealed to them the reason why Mulder and Jessica were executed. It is also the reason that you are seeing this tape, because it is up to the four of you to prevent this apocalypse from happening. To fight the future. We will leave it to Jimmy to explain the rest of it to you. Please believe that what he tells you is true, and that the events we described will happen. And know that those we loved and lost have not been forgotten. If we succeed in changing our history and your future, than we will have achieved justice for their deaths. Good luck and God bless us all.” Scully finished her narration and Langley stopped the recorder. As he rewound it to remove from the recorder, Frohike addressed Scully and Doggett. “Maybe you should include something personal,” he suggested, “something that only the two of you would know about Mulder and Captain Doggett. It would add authenticity to Jimmy’s story and the tape.” “That’s a good idea,” Scully agreed. “The question is what do we say that Mulder and Jessica would recognize but isn’t too personal.” “Maybe you could include any nicknames you have for one another,” Langley said. “Or maybe a name or place that has meaning for your respective spouses but to everyone else makes no sense.” “Whatever it is we’ll have Jimmy deliver the message personally and leave it off the tape,” Byers said. “That way if something happens to the tape, he’ll still have the personal message to authenticate himself.” Scully thought about it for a moment before an idea suddenly came to her, and she managed a faint smile. “Have Jimmy tell Mulder that if this succeeds, then Ahab and Queequeg will have triumphed over Moby Dick after all.” The Gunmen exchanged confused looks as Doggett shook his head. “I’m not even gonna ask,” he muttered. “What about you, Agent Doggett?” Frohike prompted. “Jimmy can tell Jess that JD1 sends 1-4-3 to JD2,” Doggett answered cryptically. “I don’t suppose either of you want to explain what your messages mean?” Langley asked, and when Scully and Doggett shook their heads, he mumbled, “Didn’t think so.” After removing the tape, he packed to recorder back into its case and glanced at the other Gunmen. “We’re good to go,” he said. “And the clock’s ticking,” Frohike added. “Right,” Byers agreed, and looked at Doggett and Scully. “For obvious reasons we won’t be able to contact you once we leave here. We will rendezvous with Jebediah so he can safely escort Jimmy to the transport site, and then we have to start our false trail for the Alphas to follow.” “How will we know if Jimmy’s quest succeeds?” Scully asked. “You won’t,” Byers told her. “If he fails then the life you know will continue uninterrupted. If he succeeds then the last four years will be nothing more than a subconscious memory.” “If he fails I’d bet dollars to doughnuts that the Alphas are gonna come after us,” Doggett replied. “They’ll never know you were involved,” Byers countered. “You have my word on that.” Scully quickly enveloped each of them in a fierce hug. “Be careful,” she instructed, “and good luck.” “You guys watch your backs,” Doggett added. “And thanks, for everything.” The trio exchanged handshakes with Doggett, then gathered their equipment and left the house. Once they were gone, Doggett turned to his wife. “If they don’t pull this off, we could very well be runnin’ for our lives again,” he replied. “Are you goin’ to be up for that?” “It’s not me I’m worried about,” Scully answered. “This is the closest thing our children have had to a normal life since we lost Mulder and Jessica. Is it really fair to them to take that away again?” “We won’t have a choice if the Alphas find us. They’ll kill us on the spot and assumin’ they don’t do the same to the kids, they’ll take ‘em God knows where and probably turn ‘em into guinea pigs. All that stuff they did to Jess and Mulder they’ll do to Grace and the boys, if only to prove their own theory that their DNA is useless to them.” “And what if Jimmy and the Gunmen succeed in rewriting history?” Scully countered. “Then the children will be safe and this conversation will never have happened.” Doggett crossed over to stand by the window, his face pensive as he stared outside. He was silent for a long moment before glancing at Scully. “There’s nothin’ I want more than to make sure our kids get to live out the rest of their lives, but there’s a part of me that hurts knowin’ it will mean you and I never had our time together.” Scully gave him a sad smile as she walked over to stand beside him, and slid her arms around his waist as she laid her head against his back. “I feel the same way,” she allowed, “but if what we have comes at the cost of the lives of everyone we love, than it’s not meant to be.” “I know,” came the quiet response. “I love you, Dana.” “I love you, too.” ******************************************************* ****************** BISMARCK, NORTH DAKOTA – 24 HOURS LATER After leaving Doggett and Scully, the Gunmen had driven non-stop to their appointed rendezvous with Jebediah at a small non-descript warehouse in Bismarck, North Dakota. The men had stumbled across the property six months previously, during their search for the Doggett family. A few discreet inquiries had revealed that the former tenant had been one of the victims of the Alphas massacre four years prior, and since then the building had been abandoned. Ideally located in a city that had since fallen under the aliens radar but was still inhabitable, Jimmy had quickly paid the property owner a substantial enough sum to guarantee the Gunmen would not be disturbed. Once the group had relocated their remaining equipment from D.C. and established their new home base, Jonah had introduced them to Jebediah. The alien scientist was Jonah’s closest advisor and the co-founder of the Restitution Force. Together they were using their skills and advanced technology to help Humans reclaim their planet. It had been Jebediah’s suggestion that they use the time machine to return to the past and attempt to prevent the invasion. Parking the van behind the building, the four men entered the warehouse via the back door, with Langley toting the video. After inputting the security code to unlock the second, solid steel door located just inside the main room, they discovered Jebediah making the final adjustments to the time machine. “Did you locate Agent Doggett and Doctor Scully?” Jebediah asked. “Yes we did,” Byers confirmed, “and we got them to make the video to validate Jimmy’s message.” “Is that it?” Jimmy asked, gesturing at the vehicle Jebediah was tinkering with. “Yes. I am making the final calibrations and then it will be ready.” The men took a moment to survey the time machine, which resembled a cross between an automobile and an airplane. It appeared to be made entirely of metal, with a small compartment in front for the ‘engine’ and a single seat for the occupant. “Doesn’t look very advanced to me,” Frohike muttered. “Are you sure that thing is going to do what you say it can do?” The alien gave him an indulgent half-smile. “You have watched too many of your science fiction cinemas, Melvin,” he chided, and returned his attention to the time machine. “Contrary to what the movies would like you to believe, a temporal transport device is actually rather simplistic. Just some knowledge of basic physics, the right materials to build the device and the right individual to pilot the device.” “Right,” Frohike responded. “So if it’s so simplistic how come Humans haven’t figured out how to make one?” “Mayhap because my race’s definition of basic physics is far beyond that which is known to man, and the materials needed to create the device cannot be found on your world.” “Ask a stupid question…” Langley muttered. “How does it work?” Byers queried. “The actual process is beyond your knowledge of quantum physics,” Jebediah began. “However I will attempt to simplify it so you can understand. Essentially the device locates two connecting black holes whose mouths make up a tear in the fabric of space-time. By finding a wormhole and stretching it so one mouth extends light years away from the other, the device provides a passageway to a past or future point on the undulating river of time. By inputting the correct calculations, it then enables the occupant to be transported to a certain time period.” “Can you calculate it for a specific date, say Christmas Eve 1985?” Frohike asked. “It is impossible to calculate with that kind of precision. In actuality it calculates within 96 Earth hours of a given date.” “Close enough,” Frohike muttered. “It is done,” Jebediah announced, and turned to face the others. “Once I begin transport, the Alphas will be able to trace the energy surge so it is imperative that I shut it off as quickly as possible. James, on the seat you will find a small device that resembles a television remote control. It is essentially the tracking device for the transport, so that when you initiate the return signal it will collect you from wherever you are and return you to this time period. Once you arrive in the past, you will have a maximum of seventy-two hours to locate your friends and present them with the video and your message. If you go beyond that time frame than the Alphas will locate the source of the signal and dispatch soldiers to our location. If that happens we will all be killed and the machine destroyed, forever stranding you in the past.” “All righty then...so you’re saying that I’ve got three days to travel five years back into the past, find Mulder, Scully and the Doggetts and convince them how to save the world, and then get back here before the bad guy aliens kill all of you and the machine is destroyed?” Jimmy prompted. “Sounds about right to me,” Byers replied. “I should never have quit smoking,” Jimmy mumbled. “You never smoked,” Frohike pointed out. “Well now would seem to be a good time to start,” came the droll reply. Langley handed him the video. “You’re going to need this,” he said. Jimmy accepted the tape with a small smile, then released a heavy sigh before climbing into the machine. After a bit of nervous squirming, he finally stilled and stashed the video and the ‘remote control’ in a small duffel bag specially designed to protect them from the effects of the temporal shift. ”Do you remember the messages from Scully and Agent Doggett?” Byers asked of Jimmy. The younger man nodded. “Given how odd they were I imagine they would be hard to forget,” he said. “Good luck, kid,” Frohike replied. “And watch your back.” “Thanks, Melvin.” Langley and Byers bid their friend farewell, then the Gunmen stepped back as Jebediah began the activation sequence. The warehouse filled with an almost painfully loud humming sound as the engine sprang to life, and Jebediah gave Jimmy one final instruction. “If you are unable to activate the remote in time to return to this time, than you must destroy it. It cannot be allowed to fall into the wrong hands or this mission will never come to pass.” “I understand,” Jimmy assured him. “Good luck, my young friend, and as your people say, Godspeed.” Jebediah closed the door to the passenger compartment and stepped back, inputting the final command to propel the machine on its temporal journey. With a final high pitched siren like wail, the machine vanished in a flash of light. The Gunmen stood in place for a long moment, staring in collective silence at the space where the machine had been. Langley was the first to finally break the silence, and he glanced at the others. “Now what?” he asked. “Now we wait,” Frohike answered. “And pray,” Byers added. “If God exists than Jimmy’s going to need His help to pull this off.” “Captain Doggett used to always say that God has an odd sense of humor,” Langley recalled. “Let’s hope he gets the last laugh when our plan succeeds and we send the Alphas to hell.” As if on cue, the proximity alarm for the warehouse suddenly went off, and Jebediah quickly crossed over to the computer panel with the Gunmen a couple of steps behind. Running his hands over the panel, Jebediah verified the readings before turning to face the Humans. “There is a group of super soldiers approaching,” he told them. “They must have been in the area and detected the signal from the transport.” “Great,” Frohike muttered. “What do we do?” “If they get their hands on our equipment they’re going to know what we’ve done,” Byers replied. “Once they discover our plan they’ll do whatever it takes to make sure it fails.” “I can activate the failsafe program that will erase everything on the hard drive in less than a minute,” Jebediah said, “but if they found us here it is only a matter of time before they discover your friends in Montana.” “We have to warn Scully and Doggett,” Frohike said. “We can’t let the Alphas get their hands on the kids.” “Well unless we can beam ourselves back to Wolf Point than we’re screwed because the Alphas will kill us as soon as we set foot outside the door,” Langley replied. “You must take my transport,” Jebediah said, referring to the car-like vehicle the aliens used for ground transportation. “It will get you to your friends in less than two Earth hours, and they can then use it for their own escape.” “The Alphas won’t be suspicious or curious about one of their own vehicles fleeing from the warehouse?” Byers prompted. “Leave that to me,” Jebediah responded, and tapped a few commands into the computer to activate the failsafe before addressing the others. “There is a small keyboard incorporated into the main panel of the transport that controls all of its functions. The start code for the propulsion system is the last six letters of your English alphabet in reverse order, than the date of the invasion in year, month and day order. Once the engine is activated, the computer will prompt you for verbal commands. Give it your point of origin and your final destination, and it will automatically calculate the fastest route. After it has determined its course, it will ask you for a final command before initiating the automatic pilot, and you must tell it that you wish to make your journey in hover mode.” “Hover mode?” Frohike echoed questioningly. “The speed at which the transport travels makes it unsafe to make your journey on the ground,’ Jebediah explained. “Hover mode will cause the vehicle to travel above ground at an approximate height of ten meters, and at such speeds that it will be undetectable by your Earth radar.” “That sounds almost as dangerous as traveling on the ground,” Byers remarked. “In hover mode it will automatically adjust for any possible obstacles. Now you must hurry or the soldiers will find you.” “What about you?” Langley asked. “I must stay here and distract the soldiers in order for you to make your escape. If they do not find any Humans here they will assume that I have been working alone.” “They’ll kill you for interfering with their plans for our people,” Byers said. “Of that I have no doubt,” Jebediah responded evenly. “We won’t leave you here to die,” Frohike protested. “You have no choice, Melvin,” the alien countered. “If you do not reach your friends before the Alphas do, than they will be killed and their children taken to the Alphas’ labs or even aboard a ship for experimentation. That is not a fate they should be subjected to for any length of time, whether it’s the seventy-two hours it will take James to reverse history, or the rest of their lives should his mission fail. Those children are the hope for this planet’s future, regardless of what their parents’ ultimate fate becomes. They must be protected at all costs.” The pounding at the front door prevented any response from the Gunmen, and Jebediah quickly crossed over to another section of the computer system and input a series of commands before glancing at his friends. “Go, now!” he ordered. “I will hold them off as long as I can.” The Gunmen sprinted across the warehouse and up the staircase at the back of the building to reach the roof, where Jebediah’s transport waited them. Climbing inside, they strapped themselves in before inputting the security code Jebediah had given them. The engines came to life with surprisingly little noise, and after Byers had input the verbal commands, the vehicle rose ever so smoothly from the rooftop to its cruising altitude, than shifted into its equivalent of high gear and sped toward Montana. Inside the warehouse, Jebediah verified on the computer that they had safely departed before inputting a final command into the system and then stepping into the main room as the soldiers blasted their way past the security doors. “Good afternoon, brothers,” Jebediah greeted calmly in his native language. “Where are the Humans?” the lead soldier demanded. “There are no Humans here,” Jebediah evaded. “Do not play games with me, konskrit,” the leader cautioned, addressing Jebediah with an alien profanity. “I will ask you only once more: where are the Humans?” ”Out of your reach,” Jebediah answered. Just then an alarm sounded from the computer, and the soldiers glanced at the system questioningly as Jebediah flashed them a triumphant smile. “See you all on the other side, konskrit,” he said. Before the leader could ask him what he meant, the entire warehouse exploded. ******************************************************* ****************** WOLF POINT, MONTANA Scully and Doggett were in the kitchen finishing the last remnants of dinner when they heard the unmistakable sound of an approaching car. Knowing that the Indians all traveled by horseback while on the reservation and naturally not expecting company, the couple exchanged a nervous look. “Sounds like we’ve got company again,” Scully said. “Stay here,” Doggett instructed as he rose to his feet, and crossing over to the cupboard retrieved a gun from the top shelf. “If I don’t give you an all clear in the next five minutes or if you hear shots, take the kids and the dogs and get outta here.” Scully nodded in silent agreement as Doggett cautiously crossed through the living room and toward the small entryway of the house. Georgia sat in front of the door, waiting with typical canine eagerness to greet whoever was on the other side. Knowing that the small dog would react accordingly if she did not recognize the unexpected arrivals, Doggett opened the door just wide enough for her to squeeze her compact frame through the space, keeping his gun cocked as he heard the approach of footsteps. “Hey, Georgia,” Frohike’s voice greeted. Recognizing his friend’s voice, Doggett opened the door and came face to face with the Gunmen. “I wasn’t expectin’ to see you boys back here so soon,” he replied, “or at all for that matter.” “We’ve got trouble,” Byers declared. “The Alphas discovered our hiding spot for the time machine and invaded the facility.” “Did they get the machine?” Doggett asked. “No,” Byers said. “Thankfully Jimmy got off just before they showed up.” “But by now they’ve killed Jebediah and gotten enough information off the computers to know what we’ve been up to,” Langley told him. “It’s only a matter of time before they trace us to you.” “Shit,” Doggett muttered. “Is this ever gonna end?” “The only chance you’ve got is if we can evade them long enough for Jimmy to fix things in the past,” Frohike replied. “We need to create some sort of diversion until you and Scully can get the kids out of here safely.” “And how far do you think we’re gonna get before the Alphas track us down?” Doggett returned. “Well unless you’ve suddenly morphed into Superman and can take them all out on your own, you have no choice but to run,” Langley said drolly. The offhand remark caused a sudden idea to form in Doggett’s brain, and he gave his friend a small smile. “Langley, I think you may have just come up with the answer I was lookin’ for,” he responded. Scully chose that moment to join them, taking in the presence of the Gunmen with a knowing glance. “If you guys are back here than that means our plan didn’t work,” she surmised. “Part of it did,” Doggett countered. “Apparently Jimmy got off okay in the time machine, but the Alphas found out about it and now they’re comin’ after us.” Scully sighed. “So how much time do we have?” “Not enough to stand here talking about it,” Byers answered. “You need to pack some essentials and round up the kids and the canines and be on your way out of here in under half an hour.” “I’ll get the kids ready to go,” Langley volunteered. “Frohike, you can help.” “Right,” the other man agreed. “John, would you please load up the non-perishable food supplies in the garage into the truck?” Doggett requested. “There’s also a couple cases of water on the shelves above the storage bins.” “I’m on it,” Byers replied, and the Gunmen headed off to complete their respective tasks. Once they were gone, Doggett glanced at his wife. “I want you to take the kids and the dogs and head for the safehouse in California,” Doggett told her. “The Alphas won’t think to follow you there and y’all should be safe until Jimmy manages to reverse this nightmare we call life.” “You’re talking as if you’re not going to be with us,” Scully said carefully. “I won’t be,” Doggett confirmed. “I’m gonna stay behind with the Gunmen and keep these bastards busy until you’ve made your escape.” “You can’t seriously expect me to leave you behind,” Scully protested. “We don’t have a choice. Somebody needs to stay here and stall for time when the Alphas arrive. If they show up and the place is empty, it’s only goin’ to make them increase their efforts to track us down. The Gunmen can help me use the supplies in the storage bins to create a few surprises that will slow ‘em down long enough for you guys to get away.” “This is insanity,” Scully said. “It’s the only chance you and the kids have got,” Doggett responded. “I’m a soldier, Dana; in one way or another I always have been. I can do this.” “Mom?” The couple turned at the inquiry to see a now dressed Will standing in the doorway, and Scully flashed him a small smile. “Hi, sweetie. Are Grace and the boys ready to go?” “Matt and Sam are,” Will answered, “but Grace is pretty upset and she doesn’t want to leave.” “I’ll talk to her,” Doggett said. “Help your mom get the boys and the dogs loaded in to the truck.” Leaving his stepson to assist Scully, Doggett made his way into Grace’s room. She sat in the middle of her bed, clutching a stuffed bear, and Doggett felt the usual twist of his heart at her resemblance to Jessica. Ah, Jess. I miss you. Crossing over to the bed, Doggett flashed his daughter a warm smile as he settled himself beside her. “Hi, Princess,” he greeted. “I don’t want to go,” Grace said. “None of us do,” Doggett allowed, “but the bad guys know where we are and we have to leave to keep you and your brothers safe.” “Why can’t the bad guys leave us alone?” Grace asked. “They all ready killed Mom and Uncle Mulder. Why do they want to kill us?” From the mouths of babes, Doggett mused silently. Aloud he said, “It’s a long story, Gracie, and I wish I had the time to explain it. But right now I have to get you and your brothers and Aunt Dana someplace where the bad guys can’t hurt you.” “You said they couldn’t hurt us here,” Grace countered. Doggett stifled a sigh. “I know that, Princess, but I was wrong. And I’m sorry. But I need you to be strong, and brave, and go with Aunt Dana and your brothers.” “Are the Three Stooges coming?” He managed a smile at that. “Yes, Princess, they are.” Grace was clearly still not happy at the prospect of leaving, but nonetheless allowed her father to escort her into the living room. Scully returned from outside then, and flashed them a small smile. “Everything okay?” she asked. “As okay as its gonna get,” came Doggett’s response. “Are the boys ready to go?” “Matt and Samuel are in the truck,” Scully told him, “and Will is loading up the dogs. The Gunmen have the back of the truck filled with as many supplies as it can hold, so it looks like we’re good to go.” Doggett glanced at Grace. “Why don’t you go get in the car, Princess? I need to talk to your Aunt Dana for a minute.” “Okay.” Grace reluctantly headed outside, and once she was gone, Doggett turned his attention to Scully. “So I guess this is it,” he said evenly. “I wish there was something I could say to change your mind,” Scully replied. “The children need you, John. I need you.” Doggett closed the distance between them and lifted his hands to cup her face. “Lettin’ you go this alone is rippin’ me apart inside, Dana, but we both know there isn’t another option. Even five minutes can mean the difference between you and the kids makin’ it safely outta here or windin’ up as Human guinea pigs in one of the Alphas labs.” “With everything else that the children have lost over the last four years, do you really think it’s fair to add you to the list?” “If life were fair, darlin’, we would never have had to have this conversation.” Knowing he was right, Scully let the subject drop as Byers poked his head inside. “I hate to rush you guys, but Dana and the kids need to get going,” he said. “The Alphas will be here any minute.” “I’ll be right out, John,” Scully answered. Byers gave a curt nod of acknowledgement and retreated outside, leaving Scully and Doggett alone again. “Well I guess this is good-bye,” Doggett said unnecessarily. Scully shook her head. “Good-bye usually means you never intend to see that person again,” she responded shakily, “and in your case that’s not something I’m willing to accept.” Doggett gave her a small smile. “Then we’ll just leave it at ‘See you later, alligator’,” he replied lightly. Scully responded with a forced laugh that was more of a sob and pulled him into a fierce hug. “Come back to me, John Doggett,” she whispered in his ear. “I love you.” “I love you, too.” They clung to one another for a moment longer, than Doggett pulled away only far enough to allow himself to lower his head and give his wife a brief, bruising kiss. Scully returned it with as much fervor as time and circumstance would allow, and then forced herself to pull away and out of Doggett’s embrace. “Be careful,” Scully pleaded. “Always,” Doggett returned. Husband and wife shared a final, pained look of understanding before Scully turned and walked out of the house. “Good-bye, Dana,” Doggett whispered. ?????? Forever, you’re a part of me Forever, in the heart of me And I’ll hold you even longer if I can The people who don’t see the most Say that I believe in ghosts And if that makes me crazy, then I am ‘Cause I believe ??????