by Kelly Keil

"I didn't bother to ask how he found me -- it didn't matter. Perhaps he followed the yellow brick road or took a hit of pixie dust or just kept knocking heads together until someone talked. One answer is as good as another. The story continues on despite its characters. Perhaps in spite of them.

'Mulder,' I said wanting him gone before I did something I'd regret later, 'go home.'"

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