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12:40 p.m.
Beverly-Longwood High School

    After clearing it with Mr. Foley, the principal, Scully and Mulder
made their way up to the second floor of the building. Amy, they were
informed, usually spent her free time in one of the school's computer
labs. Arriving at the classroom door, they saw that there were a lot
of girls sitting at the terminals. The two agents recognized Amy 
immediately from the pictures of her they had seen at her house.
    Scully, in her usual role of "bad cop", called to the girl with a
stern voice. "Amy, we need to speak with you about something."
    Amy, dressed in a brown and cream outfit that made the most of her
heavyset figure, swung around from the printer to face Scully and 
Mulder. The two agents suddenly understood what Amy's grandfather 
meant when he talked about her looking right through a person. Though
Amy's eyes were ordinary brown, they were piercing in their intensive
gaze. The agents began to squirm under that forthright look.
    "Well, well, well. I've been expecting the two of you. But I'll
play along. What is it you want to talk to me about?"
    "I think you already know." Mulder said.
    "Unfortunately, I do." The girl collected her things and walked 
out of the classroom. 
    "Why don't we find some place where we can talk?" said Mulder.
    "There's no place like that around here, Agent Mulder," the girl 
replied.
    "How did you know my name?"
    "I just knew." She reminded him of the Eves in that moment and he
exchanged a look with Scully. Amy, caught the train of their thoughts
and was quick to reassure them. "I'm not a thing like them. They were
psycho."
    The agents looked at her, astonished that she had read their 
thoughts so accurately. Amy smiled at them, amused by the myriad 
thoughts running through their heads.
    "I think you've come closest to the truth, Agent Scully." Scully
looked at Amy strangely. "I am something like little Gibson Praise,
but not really. Let's find a place to talk and I'll see if I can
explain some of it." 
    The three of them set off in search of a private place. Finding an
empty classroom, they walked in and sat down.
    "Well, Amy, why don't you start with that remark about Gibson and 
we'll work from there." Scully said.
    "Well, as Agent Mulder knows, Gibson is one the first successful
alien-human hybrids. His mental capabilities are far beyond human 
comprehension. The difference between Gibson and I is that I am not a
hybridization. I'm pure human. The consortium knows nothing about me,
and I'd like to keep it that way. If they were to find out, I'd be a 
dead man walking. Death is not on my agenda any time soon."
    The two agents were blown away by her statement. How could this 
seventeen year old girl know about Gibson and the hybridization and 
the Consortium? They sat there in stunned silence.
    Mulder recovered first. "Does that mean that you know the whole of
the truth?"
    "What do you think, Agent Mulder?"
    "Will you tell me, please?"
    "I can't."
    "Why not?"
    "Because I'm marked for death by a psychopath who, unfortunately,
shares most of my abilities. He knows the things I know, and he'll use
that knowledge to become another Krycek, selling his secrets to the 
highest bidder. And I won't tell you because there is a time and a 
place for everything. You just can't go about shouting everything you 
know from the rooftops. Discretion is the better part of valor. You
should know that by now, Agent Mulder."
    "What exactly do you mean by that?"
    "I mean that getting yourself killed is not going to be the best
thing if that elusive thing known as the truth is going to get out.
And dragging Agent Scully around and nearly getting her killed is 
definitely not the greatest thing either. Just be patient. All your 
hard work isn't for nought. Well, we have a psycho to catch." Amy 
perched on a desk and looked at them with an open expression.
    "Can you give us a desription of the man?" Scully asked the girl.
    "I can't."
    "Can't or won't?"
    "Can't. You see, I'm not looking at him, but rather, through him.
You know, I see what he sees, like I'm looking out through his eyes."
    "Well, can you tell us where he's at now?"
    The girl concentrated for a bit and the she spoke. "It's dark. It
looks like a basement of sorts. Um, he's doing something with his 
hands. He's turning a page, like a book page. Music is playing. It's a
violin. He's playing a violin. There's light now. The whole place is
flooded with light. And he's in the center of it. Alone. Just him and
his violin."
    "Is he on a stage?" Scully asked.
    "It's still a little hazy. He's caught up in his playing. The
musical strains are filling his head. It's Vivaldi. Wait. He's stopped
playing. He's looking around for somebody. Oh, shit."
    "What is it? What's wrong?" Mulder inquired excitedly.
    "He's aware of me."
    "Get out of there, Amy." Mulder said.
    "I can't. He won't let me." Amy's brown eyes began filling with
tears. She sat stock still and a horrrified expression of pain came
over her face. Mulder went over to the girl and shook her out of his 
mental grasp. Her eyes focused on his. Amy jumped down from the desk
and began to walk out of the room.
    "Where are you going?" Mulder asked.
    "Look, I can't help you anymore."
    "Why?"
    "If you'd seen and felt the things I just did, you wouldn't ask me
that."
    "Don't you want him to face justice?" Scully asked.
    "What makes you think there's any such thing as justice?" Amy said
tartly. The her tone and expression softened. "Look, I want justice as
much as you do, but he threatened my family, my friends. And I won't
risk them. It's all my fault that they're even in danger. I just won't
put them in danger." She paused slightly. "I know what you're thinking
and I am nothing like Agent Mulder. The things that are happening 
really are my fault. I just won't risk their lives when I don't have 
to." She paused again. "Don't you get it?!! I won't!"
    Soon the building began to shake and they heard a low rumble. The
door of the classroom suddenly slammed shut. Desks began moving around
of their own volition. The blinds on the windows shook and rattled. As
they crashed to the floor, the windows shattered. The chalkboard fell
to the floor and split in twain. Amy ran to the door, wrenched it open
and ran down the hall. The noise and trembling subsided quickly. 
Mulder and Scully stood amidst the wreckage looking around.
    "Scully?"
    "Yes?"
    "Pinch me."