It's a very Scully kind of day off, quiet and filled with errands and pleasantries. Mulder's not all that good at taking time away from work - even when he's off, he feels like he's still on the job - though he guesses he doesn't get much choice in the matter for the foreseeable future. Maybe he can shuffle along after her today.

No, he realizes. He wants to stay out here, in the sunlight, as long as possible. Cramming himself into a bookstore's narrow, dusty aisles sounds like hell right about now.

"I've read some," he tells her, "but not a lot. What've you noticed?"