He glances up at his name, but slowly, as if he's only half in this world beyond the rose bushes. And maybe he is - his thoughts are far away, even with his palm pilot buzzing occasionally. The magic of what's happened to him has caught him, given him a way to live in this changed form without wanting to break it down into compost. He's transfixed.

"Scully." She's angry at him, and he knows it. He can't really blame her. "I couldn't stay in there."