The pungent bite of gunpowder in the air, thick and sulfuric, coating the roof of Scully’s mouth. A hysterical bomber in a frayed army jacket, hot blood steaming and spreading on cold marble, a girl’s life offered in exchange for Mulder’s on the boot-scuffed floor of the 8th Street Cradock Marine.
Her love has prophetic knowledge, enemies everywhere, and a fading row of sucked spots across his neck. He has a trepanned cranium and a scar crowning his temple. He has an appointment with Dr. Parenti for Wednesday afternoon.
Scully kneels beside the dying girl, bearing witness, and finds she does not have the adequate words to thank her.