by David Hearne ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "'Mulder, wake up.' Mulder did just that with a yelp and a drop of sweat rolling off his forehead. Scully was standing over him as he lay on the couch. 'Oh, Christ,' he moaned. 'Sorry that I let myself in,' Scully said, indicating the door of his apartment. 'No, no, thanks. I'm glad you came in.' He sat up on the couch and sighed. 'Nightmare?' Scully wondered. 'I'm not sure. That's what bothers me.'" *Click image to read* * Stories* * Home*