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Summaries summed.
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6:00 p.m.
Chicago Field Office

    Mulder sat at a desk looking at the autopsy results Scully sent 
him. The damage that had been inflicted on Cheryl Owens was gruesome.
He sat there fighting back the nausea when his cell phone rang.
    "Mulder."
    "Mulder, I just got the tox screen back." It was Scully. (duh.)
    "What did you turn up?"
    "Well, after autopsying Cheryl Owens' body, I decided to run only
blood and tissue samples from the other victims I could get a hold
of."
    "And?"
    "And they all had extremely high concentrations of serotonin in
their blood."
    "Serotonin?"
    "Yeah. They were acting just as nuts as I was when it happened to
me."
    "So you're saying this guy is somehow manipulating his victims' 
brain activity?"
    "We've seen it before."
    "I had a talk with Amy today."
    "What did she have to say? Is she going to help us?"
    "I don't know. She's reluctant but I think she'll change her
mind."
    "How do you know?"
    "I have a feeling? Anyway, I gave her one of my cards in case she 
wants to get in contact."
    "Ok. Well, I'm leaving the morgue. I should be at the federal
building in about fifteen minutes."
    "I'll see you then." Scully and Mulder hang up. The phone rang 
again immediately after.
    Thinking it was Scully, he answered rather tersely, "What is it, 
now?"
    "Agent Mulder?" Came a frightened voice over the line. "It's me, 
Amy."
    "Amy. What is it?"
    "He's killed again. A girl at the Pinewood Shopping Center. He...
he tied her up with violin string, and...oh, God." A choked sob. "I
gotta go." She hung up.
    "Amy? Amy!" Getting up from the desk he rustled up a couple of the
other agents working on the case. They left the building and went to
Pinewood.

7:45 p.m.
Pinewood Shopping Center

    Around the yellow police tape, a massive crowd was gathered.
Shoppers and the media were all trying to get a look at the crime
scene. Police and FBI were all scurrying about trying to do their jobs
amidst the throng of people.
    Inside the small, obscure bathroom, Mulder was talking to the 
woman who had discovered the body. She was visibly shaken by what she
had seen. Scully and the rest of the medical team loaded the late 
Carrie Matthews into a bag. Mulder had called Scully while he and the
other agents were on their way to the shopping center. He finished up
his questions with the distraught woman and turned to Scully.
    "Scully?"
    "Yeah?"
    "Right before I called you I got a call from Amy. She told me 
about Carrie. She named the exact place where the body would be found."
    "Mulder, I think we should talk to Amy. I found this on Carrie's
body." She handed him a folded sheet of yellow legal paper.
    Unfolding it, Mulder read: 'Hello, G-man. This little note is just
to let you know that I know *she* knows. If you think little Carrie
was gruesome, you ain't seen nothin' yet. The Killer :) P.S.: say hi
to your pretty red-haired partner for me."
    "Mulder, I think he's going to go after Amy."
    "I think you're right. We need to get her under protection. I just
don't want her scared anymore than she already is.'

Dan Ryan Expressway

    Mulder and Scully, having collected Amy from her house, were 
driving back to the motel. The trio traveled in silence. The two 
agents' thoughts were running rampant. Amy sat in the back seat, too
scared to try and listen intently to what they were thinking. She 
became tired of all the non-talking, so she switched on the radio in 
the car, no hands, and Al Green singing "Let's Stay Together" filled
the car.
    "Amy, did you do that?" Scully asked.
    "Yep."
    Scully turned and looked at the expression on the frightened girl's
face. "There's nothing for you to be scared of. Agent Mulder and I are
here to make sure nothing happens to you."
    "Do you really think that you two being with me 24/7 will really
make a difference?"
    "I promise you that it'll be enough."
    Amy looked skeptical but said nothing more. And then she piped up,
"Agent Scully?"
    "Yes?"
    "Have you ever been connected to someone on a level deeper than 
usual?"
    "What do you mean?"
    "I mean that you know what the other person is thinking before the
thought is fully formed in your own mind?"
    "There is one person..."
    Mulder, on hearing this, looked at Scully with interest. "Really?
Who?"
    "Nobody *you'd* know, Mulder." And she grinned at him.
    *Boy, she wants him bad.* Amy thought.
    "What did you say?" Scully asked.
    "Oh...nothing."
    "Why do you ask?"
    "Well, intensify that a hundred fold you'd have what this sicko and
I've got. Total awareness on every plane. It's weird. You know, he has
so much anger and rage bottled up inside that he has to release it or
he'll just explode. The only problem is that he chooses to take it out
by killing those girls."
    "You know all this about him, but you can't tell us his name?"
    "Hey, not even a psychic has all the answers." Amy grinned 
shamelessly.