For a few days she thinks about him a lot. And then less. And then a long, long time goes by when she doesn't think of it at all. Everything that happens at Beyond Beyond sours her on thoughts of the occult; a pleasant day with a stranger researching psychic phenomena loses its shine when a psychopath is trying to manipulate you into believing you're gifted and joining his bizarre crusade of bloodshed. So it goes.
She doesn't think of him for a long time, but then in the academy she reads a monograph and thinks-- there cannot be two men in the world named Fox Mulder. By then, it's much easier for her to look into it. She'd found the articles about the murders after they'd met, but none had mentioned him by name-- there's little officially to tie him to it even now-- but it's easy enough to draw lines of cause and effect. Funny, a little bit.
And one day someone asks her, Are you familiar with an agent named Fox Mulder? And what she says is not a lie, exactly; if it's not the full truth, it's only because she doesn't think it's worth trying to explain. She knows him by reputation. He's brilliant, they say.
Taking the elevator down to the basement-- okay, that's a little inauspicious-- she feels excited, really. How could she not? It's an odd assignment, but they picked her for it, and she's thrilled to feel useful. Having a bit of a personal connection is just the icing on the cake.
BUT THEN, IN THE 90s . . . .
For a few days she thinks about him a lot. And then less. And then a long, long time goes by when she doesn't think of it at all. Everything that happens at Beyond Beyond sours her on thoughts of the occult; a pleasant day with a stranger researching psychic phenomena loses its shine when a psychopath is trying to manipulate you into believing you're gifted and joining his bizarre crusade of bloodshed. So it goes.
She doesn't think of him for a long time, but then in the academy she reads a monograph and thinks-- there cannot be two men in the world named Fox Mulder. By then, it's much easier for her to look into it. She'd found the articles about the murders after they'd met, but none had mentioned him by name-- there's little officially to tie him to it even now-- but it's easy enough to draw lines of cause and effect. Funny, a little bit.
And one day someone asks her, Are you familiar with an agent named Fox Mulder? And what she says is not a lie, exactly; if it's not the full truth, it's only because she doesn't think it's worth trying to explain. She knows him by reputation. He's brilliant, they say.
Taking the elevator down to the basement-- okay, that's a little inauspicious-- she feels excited, really. How could she not? It's an odd assignment, but they picked her for it, and she's thrilled to feel useful. Having a bit of a personal connection is just the icing on the cake.
She takes a breath, and she knocks on the door.