That catches his attention - of course it does, the notion that he could spend days with someone and fail to recognize them as familiar. It knocks his polite curiosity about Scully's shoulda-coulda-wouldas straight out of his head. Mulder sits up a little straighter, peering at her through the gloomy night.
Not from university, he'd remember another American. Not from around town in Alexandria or D.C., unless she rates standing in the same deli line as meeting. Not from the Vineyard, obviously, but when he was living with Dad -
Maybe then. It seems like a long shot, but you can't antagonize a girl's brother and forget her completely. Wasn't she named Dana, too? Dana or maybe Diane. It feels like an awfully long shot.
"Was it a while ago?" he asks carefully. He's burning with an intensity he can't control, the curiosity that always snatches him up when he's presented with a puzzle.
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Not from university, he'd remember another American. Not from around town in Alexandria or D.C., unless she rates standing in the same deli line as meeting. Not from the Vineyard, obviously, but when he was living with Dad -
Maybe then. It seems like a long shot, but you can't antagonize a girl's brother and forget her completely. Wasn't she named Dana, too? Dana or maybe Diane. It feels like an awfully long shot.
"Was it a while ago?" he asks carefully. He's burning with an intensity he can't control, the curiosity that always snatches him up when he's presented with a puzzle.