|Sometimes Scully looked at him as if she had
forgotten herself, as if she could get lost in his eyes. At the
moment she was not giving him that look. There was tenderness in
her face, but also a strange regret. It was the look of a lover
seen through a train window, and it chilled him to the bone.
"Hey, where are you?" he asked.
She shook her head. The strands of her bangs felt like raw
silk drawn between their skin. "It's nothing."