by Kelly Keil
"Even when Doggett had held her, a tiny bit of her had
hoped that she would one day see Mulder again. Now
it was gone, the hope ripped from her, and she felt
raw with its absence.
The baby stirred. There was a part of Mulder still
alive within her. It had to be enough. She walked
outside. It was raining, but John was there, waiting