"'What exactly have I been through?' I asked her. My voice did not sound like my own. It was someone else's. I did not feel like me. I was someone else.

Her body shifted, but she didn't move. Not right away. When she did sit up, she rested her elbows on the edge of my bed, staying close to me. Close enough for me to still be able to smell her hair.

It was okay, I didn't mind; as long as I didn't have to bear her burden.

'You've been,' she started. Then she stopped, and studied me. Studied me for a long moment. She was deciding. 'You've been in a coma, Mulder,' she told me. 'For a very long time.'

In other words, she lied."

 

 

 

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