"Scully!" Mulder pounded on her door. "Scully! Scuuuulllll—" "What?" Scully yanked the door open in her bathrobe. "What's so important it can't wait for morning?"

"A conspiracy," Mulder whispered.

"It's always a conspiracy." Scully closed the door, but Mulder jammed it with his walker.

"But the truth. It's out there. Or, it's in here. Downstairs. In the kitchen."

She rolled her eyes. "Fine. I'll meet you down there."

"You're not coming with me?" He turned his walker toward the elevator.

"Stairs are good for my osteoporosis," she said.

Downstairs, Mulder pointed at a low cabinet. "The truth is in there." Scully looked at him. "When have I been wrong?"

"An answer would take all night." She bent down and opened the cabinet. "Mixing bowls, Mulder."

"Look deeper!"

"And a bag of... caramels?"

"Give 'em here!" She passed them up. "Skinner's been hiding them from me. Knows I can't bend these knees anymore. The truth is also in there." Mulder pointed at the fridge. "Krycek hid your pastrami."

"That bastard!" She ransacked the fridge and came out with meat. "Time for one more midnight autopsy." She got a knife from the drawer.

"It's good to be back," said Mulder, getting bread.