Key: (All go for vice versa as well)
********************** = From Arthur to Mulder & Scully
*XXX* = From Mulder & Scully to Mulder & Scully
ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄXÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ = From Mulder & Scully to Rokney, F.
<ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄXÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ> = From Rokney to Arthur
*XXX*ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ = From Mulder & Scully to M,S, & Rokney
















































     The boy looked on, horrified at what he was seeing.
Though he was only celebrating his fourth birthday this day,
he had some semblance of knowledge about what was happening
before his eyes.  Mommy and Daddy were going away, and they
weren't ever coming back.  The madman had told him as much.
     His mother looked towards her husband, who was lying
next to her, tied with fishing line.  He was still, and
covered in blood.
     "Paul?" she cried pitifully.  "Paul?"  There was no
answer from her husband, and so she accepted his fate to have
been death, as she now resigned death to be her own fate.
But there was still hope for her son.
     She bent her head backwards to look at her son, her
blond hair, now caked crimson with Paul's blood to match the
color of her son's hair, falling across her face in doing so.
     "Arthur," she said, brown eyes pleading with him to get
as far away from this intruder.  "Go.  Run.  Get away from
here.  As far away as you can.  Get to Mrs. MacQuarrie's
house and tell her to call the police.  Run.  NOW!"
     He nodded, red hair bouncing, and ran, going out the
back door and managing to get out before the madman came back
into the room.
     The door slammed shut, and the madman heard this from
the kitchen.  "Hey!" he yelled.  "Hey!  Come back here.  I'm
not finished!"
     He watched the boy run across the yard and pound on the
neighbor's door.  He sighed as the neighbor opened the door
and let him in.  "Damn it!" he yelled again.  He marched down
to the living room where his mother, Tarra, lay tied and
bloodied, a knife in his hands.
     "What are you going to do to me?" Tarra asked weakly.
     The madman smiled.  "What someone should have done long
ago."
     The madman then knelt down next to the woman, and
brought the cold steel of a butcher knife to her vulnerable
neck.  "Now, I only have a short amount of time, so please
cooperate.  I promise, it'll all be over in a matter of
seconds."
     He smiled once more, then brought the knife around her
neck, carving an eternal grin into her throat.  When he was
done, he put the knife down next to the bleeding woman and
left the living room.
     When he went through the dining room, he noticed
something he hadn't noticed before.  A birthday cake, four
candles burning brightly on to, had been placed on the table.
He bent down, looking closely at the tiny flames.
     The madman blew them out, making his wish.  At the same
time the flames died, so did Tarra.
     "Like my mother always told me, the Endragons do not
deserve to live on the same earth as the Rokneys."

*************************************************************

     Special Agent Dana Scully poured over the file that she
was looking at.  It was the autopsy report from the last
case, and though she had performed the autopsy herself and
knew the report, she was only interested in one thing that
she hadn't seen; the toxicology report.
     Scully turned left, and started walking with more energy
to her new office as she read what the report had to say.
When she reached the office door, she found it closed.  She
read the sign, which usually calmed her down some.  It read
the following:
                 Special Agent Fox W. Mulder
                              &
                 Special Agent Dana K. Scully

     She sighed.  She had no time for opening the door.  So
she just kicked it in.
     The door flew open, startling the being inside, who had
been sitting in his tipped back chair.  The motion made him
fall over.
     Scully ran over to his side, depositing the file on her
desk on the way.
     "Sorry, Mulder," she said to her partner.  "I didn't
know you were in here yet."
     Mulder rubbed a bruise that was already beginning to
form on the top of his head as she helped him get up.  "It's
all right.  Just another bruise.  Nothing more.  You know,
though, that you could've just knocked on the door and let me
open it for you rather than kicking it in."
     "Oh, how gentleman-like of you," she replied with a
grin.
     "It's not being gentlemanly to try and protect one's
self."
     Scully's eyes grew wide with mock anger, and she swung
her fist at him playfully.  "Ow!  Hey, I didn't mean it.
Quit it!"
     "Apologize then," Scully said, her eyes shining
mischievously.  She kept hitting him.  "Apologize!"
     "I would apologize if I were you, Agent Mulder, though I
don't know what you're apologizing for," a voice said from
the doorway.
     Mulder and Scully both turned at the sound of the voice
to see Assistant Director Walter Skinner.
     "Wow, did you come to clean our office for us again?"
Mulder asked.
     Skinner shook his head.  "No, nothing like that.
Actually, a new case just came in.  One that requires your
way of thinking."
     "Our way of thinking?" Scully replied, confused.
     Skinner turned to her.  "Due to the nature of the case,
your expertise are greatly in need."
     "Nature of the case?" Mulder repeated.
     Skinner turned to him, annoyed a little at the
repetition of his sentences.  "Yes, the nature of the case.
Which you can read on the plane.  And would you two stop
repeating everything I say?"
     Mulder looked towards Scully, who knew by the look in
his eyes that he was going to try and piss off the Assistant
Director.  He then looked back at Skinner.  "Everything,
sir?"
     Scully could hear Skinner grinding his teeth from all
the way across the room.  "Everything, Mulder."  Skinner
walked to the door, then stopped and turned to the two
agents.  "Your travel plans have already been made.  You
leave for Newcastle, Wyoming, in four hours."

*XXX*

     "So, Mulder, what do you think?" Scully asked him.  They
were on the plane to Wyoming, and both she and Mulder had
read the case over.
     Mulder looked at her from his aisle seat.  She was
scrunched up against the window, and he shifted over to make
her a little more comfortable.  "I think you're a little
squished in that seat.  Skinner couldn't have booked us in
first class?"
     She gave him a sour look.  "Funny.  I meant what do you
think about the case?"
     "Well, three dead people, and a missing boy is certainly
Bureau policy, but what I can't figure out is why Skinner's
sending us.  It doesn't have anything to do with the
paranormal that I can divine."
     "Maybe he thought we needed a break from killer
cockroaches and liver eating mutants," Scully said with a
smile.
     "Maybe," Mulder smiled back.  "Anyway, it'll be a nice
trip to Wyoming."
     "Take that back," Scully replied.  "Take it back right
now."
     "All right, I take it back.  Why?" Mulder asked, totally
lost to her line of thinking.
     "Because the last time you said something was going to
be a nice trip to some place, we almost got killed."
     "We almost get killed on every case, Scully.  But I
understand what you're saying, and I took it back."
     "Good.  And you still owe me that apology."

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     She pulled her raven hair back into a bun, just as the
intercom crackled.  She depressed the button, and spoke.
     "What is it?" she snapped in a rich, velvety voice.
     Her secretary hesitated.  "Your, uh, son is here to see
you, ma'am."
     "Send him in," she replied, tidying up her desk as she
spoke.
     The door opened, and in came her son, the madman.  "Son,
I told you never to come to me when I'm working.  If Lot
could only see you now, Gerald."
     "Mother, I apologize for coming here at this hour.  But
I have inmportant news for you."
     "Did you get the boy?" Fayt asked eagerly.
     Gerald hung his head.  "I apologize for that, too,
Mother.  He ran to a neighbor's house before I could finish
with the parents, and when I went to the neighbors, he had
gone.  I had to kill the neighbor, though, for she would have
been able to recognize me.
     "But that is not what I came here to tell you.  The
boy's parents, the Endragons.  When I shed their blood and it
ran, I realized that it was not the blood of Arthur's true
parents.  They had the last name, and they looked similiar to
him, but they were not his biological parents."
     Fayt Rokney stormed around her office, throwing
different things around the room.  "What?!" she shrieked.
"You killed them, and they weren't the proper ones?  What the
hell did you think you were doing?"
     Gerald cowered in a corner, aware that his mother could
start throwing him around the room any minute.  But his fears
were not justified, for she calmed down a bit.
     "I suppose you had no choice.  If they had gone to the
police, they could have recognized you.  And then where would
we be?  Jail, that's where.  And it's good that they weren't
the proper parents.  We'll need them both alive if we were to
do this right.  I don't suppose you killed the improper ones
properly."
     "I did, Mother.  Or at least I started to.  I managed to
kill the father with the proper rituals and started with the
mother before I realized that they weren't the right ones.
And then the boy ran.  I had no choice but to just slit the
mother's throat."
     "I want you to find the boy, and bring him to me.  I
will work on finding his real parents in the meantime, and
after I find them, you will go and bring them back to me.
Then we will rid the world of this evil."
     "Mother, if you don't mind me asking, why is this boy
and his parents so important?"
     Fayt sighed.  "Because of my vision, son.  This child
will grow up to be a leader, rallying the people and gaining
their confidence.  He will introduce to the people a new
lifestyle, and when our descendants oppose this lifestyle,
they will be punished.  That is why, for the sake of our
descendants, we must quash the Endragons, or at least, this
Arthur.  Whatever family line is his origin.  And why we must
do it correctly.  Now go out there and find that boy while I
work on finding his parents."

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     Scully turned in her seat, looking out the window at the
landscape passing by.  Mulder was in the seat next to her on
the bus, and was more concerned about getting to the car
rental place than anything else.
     She sighed.  This case was already getting to her.  She
was still smarting over the death of her daughter, Emily,
which was around this time of year one year ago.  And now a
case about a missing child wasn't going to do her any good.
     Mulder heard Scully sigh next to him, and turned towards
her, ready to say something that might cheer her up.  But the
words caught in his throat as he saw her gazing out the
window so serenely.  Her red hair caught in the sunlight
coming through the window, and Mulder was struck by how
beautiful she was.  He had noticed that she was not ugly at
all before, and a pleasure to look at, but he had never seen
her like this.  He also realized in that moment that he liked
it.
     Scully felt his gaze on her, and turned to him.  "What?"
she asked wearily.
     Mulder recovered quickly.  "Are you feeling all right,
Scully?  You look a little tired."
     She sighed again.  "Just a little tired is all I'm
feeling right now.  I didn't get much sleep last night
because of the dog in the next apartment.  It kept barking
the whole night and kept me up."
     Mulder nodded, not believing that she was telling him
everything but not pressing the issue either.  She knew she
could trust him with anything, and he knew that she'd
eventually tell him what was bothering her.

*XXX*

     They rented another Ford Taurus, one which was quite
new, and went first to the Newcastle PD.
     They weren't received too well there, but were given the
information they needed for their investigation eventually.
Scully, however, did not like the service one bit.
     "What do you mean, we can't see the Detective?!  Why the
hell not?!" she had shouted at the officer behind the front
desk when he had told them that the Detective was busy.
     "As I told you, Detective Kay is busy right now.  He
can't see anyone at this moment," the officer said calmly,
but letting a tinge of fear seep into his voice.
     "BUT YOU HAVEN'T TOLD US WHY!" Scully exploded.  Mulder
put his hand on her arm to calm her down, but she just shook
it off.  "I DEMAND AN EXPLANATION!"
     "Scully," Mulder started.  "Scully!  Calm down.  We can
see Detective Kay when he's not so busy.  We can do some
other field work right now, okay?"
     She turned to him, blue eyes grown cold with anger.
"Fine," she snapped, then turned and walked away, to the
parking lot.
     Mulder turned to the officer, who was now sitting there
petrified.  "I'm sorry, she usually isn't like this.  I don't
know what's gotten into her."
     The officer nodded.  "It's all right.  Things like that
happen a lot around here."
     Mulder smiled.  "Can you recommend a good motel?"
     The officer smiled back.  "Yeah.  The Avalon Lodge is
nice, and not too expensive.  Your guys in accounting will
love the price."
     Mulder thanked the guy, then walked out of the police
station and into the parking lot, where Scully was waiting,
leaninng on the car with her arms crossed.
     "Why didn't you wait for me in the car?" Mulder asked as
he grew nearer to her.
     She pointed to the keys in his hand.  "You had the keys
and the doors are locked."
     "Right," Mulder said, then noticed Scully was swaying a
little on her feet.  He looked closer at her, and saw that
her face was paler than it usually was.  "Scully, are you all
right?"
     She didn't answer him.  Instead, she fell to the ground
in a heap.  He rushed to her, kneeling next to where she had
fallen, and cradling her in his arms.
     "Scully?" he asked.  No response.  "Scully?  Say
something to me.  Come on, I'll tell you the scientific
nature of the Whammy if you do."

*************************************************************

     The boy had run, for his life, from his neighbor's
house.  From the madman.  For his life.  He didn't know what
the madman wanted with him, but he obviously wanted him
alive.  But why?
     Did the madman want to slowly torture him, and then kill
him when he no longer was able to feel pain?  Or was there
some other agenda for him?  Arthur didn't know.  He knew only
to run.
     And so he had.  Arthur knew that anywhere he went would
only get the people he was with would get them killed.  So he
found a cardboard box in a trash can just big enough to
crouch in, and made this his shelter in a little alley off of
North Umberlane.
     And so he crouched there for days, without food or
water, and grew very hungry.  He wondered what he would eat,
and when it would be safe to try and get something to eat.

<ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄXÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ>

     Fayt placed the phone back into the receiver.  Her
search for the biological parents of Arthur Endragon was
beginnning to look fruitless.
     She had found out that Arthur had been adopted by Paul
and Tarra Endragon five weeks after birth, in San Diego, and
after all the adoption records had been sealed, the Endragons
moved to Newcastle, Wyoming because of Paul's career.  The
woman who had given birth to him had not been his biological
mother.  She had been Anna Fugazzi, an old elderly woman who
had lived in San Diego until she died of a heart attack six
months ago.  Apparently this woman had been a surrogate
mother to Arthur and his fraternal twin, Emily, who had been
separated at birth, and adopted by different families.  Fayt
had also learned that this Emily had been adopted by a Mr.
and Mrs. Sym, but both adopted parents were killed.  Emily
was deceased as well, by some unknown disease.  The
benefactor's name for Emily's funeral was not public
information and would take days to find out.
     But from what Fayt could find out, Emily and Arthur did
not have the same father.  She had blood samples from both
children, and the DNA makeup was a little different.  They
did share the same mother, though.
     Fayt sighed.  It was going to take a while for her to
find out who and where the parents are.  And it was going to
take a while for her son to find the boy.  In the meantime,
Fayt Rokney had work to get to.

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     Mulder, upon getting directions to Newcastle General
Hospital from the police officers in the department, had
placed Scully lengthwise in the back of the Taurus and drove
her himself to the hospital.  He didn't dare call 911, still
distrustful of ambulances after last summer's adventure with
bees and alien spaceships.
     When he arrived at the ER, he carried her in.  "Help!
Somebody help me.  I need help!" he had shouted.
     A nurse motioned to somebody to bring a gurney, and they
did.  "What happened?" she asked.
     Mulder shook his head.  "I don't know.  She just swayed
on her feet and collapsed."
     "All right, I'm going to bring in the best doctor for
this and have her run a few tests.  Meanwhile you're going to
tell me what you know of her medical history.  Potter, go
page Dr. Rokney."
     A young man that had put in an IV in Scully's arm
nodded, and ran off to page the doctor.  Mulder started to
tell the nurse about Scully's medical history.
     "She learned she had a tumor about two years ago, and it
went into remission last November, about a year ago.  Um, she
was sick from a bee sting last summer, though she had no pre-
existing allergy."
     "Is that all you know?" the nurse asked.
     Mulder shook his head.  "About four years ago, she was
abducted, and was missing for about three months before she
turned up in a D.C. hospital hanging near death.  Her
condition that time was due to branched DNA."
     "Branched DNA?" the nurse looked at him suspiciously.
"That's technoloty fifty years down the road."
     Mulder shrugged.  "It was found in her blood stream," he
replied.
     "Well, we'll run some tests, and find out what's wrong
this time," she said.  "But it could be a relapse of cancer."
     Mulder felt like the wind was knocked out of him.  "This
could be a relapse of her cancer?  But. . .but how?"
     "It happens.  We'll check her white blood cell count and
see what turns up.  Now, if you'll excuse us, you can't go
farther than this point.  There's a waiting room right over
there, where you can wait."  The nurse pointed to a small
area of chairs and vending machines.
     Mulder nodded, too tired and worried to argue staying
with her.  "Will you come and tell me when I can see her, or
if there's a change in her situation?"
     "Yes, of course.  There are also some papers that you
have to fill out, but that can wait until the doctor gets
here."
     "Thanks," Mulder said, finding a chair and sitting in
it.  He then picked up a magazine from the table and began to
wait as Scully was wheeled into an examination room.

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     Fayt Rokney walked along the halls of Newcastle General
in answer to the page that she had gotten on her usual
rounds.  To her, this job was only a way to put the food in
the mouths of herself and her son.  It used to be putting
food into the mouth of her husband, Lot, only he died years
back.
     Now she was famous, and well off.  She was world renound
as the best physician in Wyoming.  But that was something
Fayt hated.  She would have preffered to do her real work in
secret, without being as high profile as she was.
     She reached the examination rooms, passing the waiting
room on the way, where a couple of people were waiting.  She
entered the rooms, then went to exam room one.
     Fayt stopped short.  Inside exam room 1, a pale woman
lay unconscious, her flaming red hair spread out on the
pillow.  She stepped inside, a little hesitant because of her
weariness that she might not have to search any longer for
Arthur Endragon's true parents.
     "Dr. Rokney?" Nurse Camrolait asked, looking closely at
Fayt, trying to discern what was bothering the doctor.
     Fayt snapped out of the trance that she had nearly gone
into and decided that she was going to treat this patient as
she would treat any other.
     "What's her name?" Fayt asked, unable to help herself
despite her promise.
     "We don't have any admittance papers yet.  I can go ask
the young man that brought her in to fill out the papers,"
Genevieve Camrolait said.
     Fayt nodded.  "Do it.  I can handle1 this."  Genevieve
nodded and headed out the door.
     Doctor Rokney sighed, then started to check the
unconscious woman's vitals.

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     Mulder waited anxiously in the waiting room, casually
flipping through a Highlights magazine.  The challenge in the
magazine was really hard.  He had tried to find all twenty
four ravens in the picture, but so far had only found seven.
     The nurse which had went in to the exam room with Scully
came out, and approached Mulder, papers and a clipboard in
her hands.
     Mulder stood.  "How is she?  Is she going to be okay?"
he asked.
     "Dr. Rokney is in there with her right now.  She's in
capable hands.  But right now we need you to fill out these
forms."
     "All right," Mulder sighed, then took the papers from
the nurse.  "Do you have a pen, or something to write with?"
     Genevieve fumbled around in her pockets, then produced a
small black pen.  "Here you go," she said.
     Mulder smiled, and took the ballpoint from her.
"Thanks," he replied.

*XXX*

     First the voices came to her.  She didn't recognize any
of the words or the voices, but the voices were nice and
soothing.  Scully relaxed, sure she was safe wherever she
was, and fell into a deep sleep.

*XXX*ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ

     Mulder had just finished filling out all the forms and
signing his name on every thing that needed a signature when
a short woman came out of the exam rooms.  She wore a lab
coat, or a doctor's surgical one, and had pulled raven hair
into a practical chignon.
     He hurried up to her, unsure if she was the doctor who
had been examining Scully but too worried about his partner
to stop himself.
     "Excuse me, but are you Doctor Rokney?" Mulder asked,
studying the woman in front of him.
     "Yes, I'm Fayt Rokney.  How may I help you?" the doctor
asked, smokey grey eyes bright with intelligence.
     "My partner was brought in there, and I haven't heard
anything from the nurse about her except what she knew when
she came out to make me fill out these forms."
     "I'll see what information I can get.  Wait right here,"
Rokney replied.  She turned, but before she could go any
farther, she bumped into someone.
     "Oh, Fayt, hello again," Genevieve Camrolait said, then
glanced over at Mulder.  "I was just going to get those forms
from you."
     Mulder picked up the forms from the table and handed
them to the nurse, along with her pen.
     "Thanks," Nurse Camrolait said, smiling at him.  "Oh,
Doctor, this is the man that brought the woman in exam room
one in.  And here's the information you needed."
     The doctor scanned the pages nervously, searching for
the information she needed.  The red-haired woman's name was
Dana Katherine Scully, single, with no children.  The man who
had brought her in was one Fox Mulder, who was apparently the
man so worried about her.  When she saw the two people's
occupations, she deduced that they were partners.
     "Well, how is she?" Fox Mulder broke in to her
thoughts.
     She looked back up to him.  "Um, I've ordered some blood
tests, but we won't get the results back until tomorrow.  I
couldn't find anything physically wrong with her, so the
blood test's the last shot to find out what's wrong.  I'd
like to keep her overnight for observation, and conduct some
MRI's and CAT scans in the morning if the blood comes back
normal."
     Mulder nodded.  "So, when can I see her?" he asked.
     Fayt smiled.  "She's going to be transferred to a
private room, and then you can go and see her.  Um, the room
number will be 479, on the fourth floor.  You can go up there
now, because she's being transferred as we speak."
     Mulder smiled, and nodded.  "Thanks, I think I will."
He turned and ran to the elevators.

*XXX*ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ

     Mulder sat, waiting in room 479 two hours later.  Scully
stirred, on the bed.
     His hand went to hers.  "Scully?" he asked hesitantly.
     She groaned.  "Mulder?  Is that you?  Where am I?" she
asked in reply.
     Mulder grinned.  "Well, Sleeping Beauty, you've been
asleep for one hundred years.  Seriously, though, you're in a
hospital.  I'm just glad to see you're okay."
     "Mulder, what happened?  All I remember is being at the
police station, feeling slightly ill.  What am I doing here?"
     His brow wrinkled, telling her he wasn't sure how to
tell her what he had to.  "Is it my cancer?  Did it go out of
remission?"
     Mulder shook his head.  "They're not sure yet, Scully.
They're going to run some tests, blood tests, and then in the
morning they've got you scheduled for a CAT scan.  But they
don't think the cancer's come back."
     She looked puzzled.  "If it's not the cancer, then what?
What happened?"
     "You fainted in the parking lot.  All of a sudden you
got really pale, and then you collapsed."
     "I'm sorry," she replied, sounding like she meant it.
     He shook her hand emphatically.  "It's not your fault,
Scully.  Don't worry about it.  Besides, there wasn't much we
could do anyway."
     "All right," she replied, still not sure.  "If you say
so."
     "I say so," Mulder answered back bossily.  Just then
Fayt came in.
     "Did you get the results to the blood tests so soon?"
Mulder asked anxiously.
     Dr. Rokney shook her head.  "No, not yet.  But I wanted
to ask Miss Scully a few questions."
     "Relating to what?" Scully queried from the bed.
     "Relating to your relationship with one Emily Sym," Fayt
answered back, unable to stop herself.  She just had to know
if this was really Emily's mother or not.  She couldn't wait
for the blood tests.
     The man, Mulder,  grew angry, and suspicious.  She had
expected that, if it was really them.  But the woman's
expression just grew sad, and wistful.
     "How do you know about Emily?" Mulder demanded of the
doctor.
     Fayt did some quick thinking.  "Uh, her adoptive parents
brought her here one day.  I was the doctor on call, and I
examined her.  Why?"
     Mulder relaxed a bit, though his suspicion was still
there, lurking in his mind.  "What made you think of Emily
now?"
     Fayt thought again.  "It's just that Miss Scully here
looks so much like her, it's uncanny."
     Mulder glanced over at Scully.  She looked like she was
going to burst into tears at any second.  Maybe it was all
the medicine that they had her on.
     "Dr. Rokney, Scully is-was- Emily's biological mother.
They only found each other towards the end of Emily's . . .
existence.  Now could we please talk about something else?
Such as what ails her?"
     Fayt nodded slowly, mulling over her thoughts.  Here was
the mother of the children that she had been searching for.
But she needed both parents.  Where was Arthur's father?
     "Well," Fayt began, finding her voice.  "You know that
we'll be running the tests in the morning.  You would be free
to go, except I would like to keep you for observation
overnight.  After the tests, you'll be discharged.
     "We couldn't, however, find a single thing wrong with
you.  Had you eaten anything today before you passed out, Ms.
Scully?"
     "Uh, just a bagel on the plane.  Why?  Do you think it
could have something to do with that?"
     Fayt nodded.  "Quite possibly that, and exhaustion."