Room 201, Saturday morning
Scully had been heading to one of the bases near Baltimore, near the remains of D.C., when her transport was cut off. Her cell had had to scatter, each taking medical supplies mean to groups south of the area. She'd turned off toward the harbor last night, and found a bridge somewhere, then....
She stared around her, eyes huge. How the hell had she wound up in her high school dorm? She'd half thought she'd dreamed those years with Fandom sometimes-- except that Mulder was still over twenty-five years older than her, and there was no way she could make up a place so ridiculous.
Getting up, she wandered around her neat and tidy room, something she hadn't had for years, and stared.
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She stared around her, eyes huge. How the hell had she wound up in her high school dorm? She'd half thought she'd dreamed those years with Fandom sometimes-- except that Mulder was still over twenty-five years older than her, and there was no way she could make up a place so ridiculous.
Getting up, she wandered around her neat and tidy room, something she hadn't had for years, and stared.
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