"Carinda and Sunlight," he repeats, brows going up. "Out of a town in Maryland so small, they don't even bother putting it on maps."
Carinda's name wouldn't ping him on its own, but it's hard to forget the kind of guy who'd call himself Sunlight on purpose. He doesn't remember much else of them, beyond the fact that they'd existed, and that he and his friends had a major breakthrough at their little New Age shop. Like Gimble, Phoebe, and the rest of his life in the 70s, they'd faded away into obscurity for him.
It's not surprising, Mulder supposes, that Scully'd be familiar with that shop as well. Maybe Annapolis wasn't a hip and happening spot for palm-readers and tarot freaks, and from what he knew of Melissa before her death, she would have needed a place like that. And Scully got dragged along with, probably. It's still a little eerie to realize that their paths nearly crossed, though, long before they ever worked before. The Eastern Seaboard isn't that small.
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Carinda's name wouldn't ping him on its own, but it's hard to forget the kind of guy who'd call himself Sunlight on purpose. He doesn't remember much else of them, beyond the fact that they'd existed, and that he and his friends had a major breakthrough at their little New Age shop. Like Gimble, Phoebe, and the rest of his life in the 70s, they'd faded away into obscurity for him.
It's not surprising, Mulder supposes, that Scully'd be familiar with that shop as well. Maybe Annapolis wasn't a hip and happening spot for palm-readers and tarot freaks, and from what he knew of Melissa before her death, she would have needed a place like that. And Scully got dragged along with, probably. It's still a little eerie to realize that their paths nearly crossed, though, long before they ever worked before. The Eastern Seaboard isn't that small.