"I don't remember much. There are flashes of intense pain. Inhumanly quick movements. White light, of course, glaring down from above. Invasions of various bodily orifices. The usual.
"I remember -- or I think I do -- that I kept the pain at bay with memories of Scully. And, I'll be honest, fantasies of her, too. . .
"It's all like a dream now. A distant,
unreal dream that could not possibly be true. These things don't happen