by Rachel Wilder
|I snap back to the room. I've
had these visions, these flashbacks before, at the hospital.
Scully doesn't know and I don't want her to. She already has too
much to cope with besides me having a breakdown every ten minutes.
I just hope that it's my over-active imagination because if that's
actually what happened to me, I'm not sure I could handle it.
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