It's a troubling answer-- not an answer at all. For a moment she wonders if she's looked at it wrong-- maybe she's not displaced at all; maybe this is an illusion, or an imposter. Someone seeking--
Seeking what?
But though it feels off, she doesn't think he's anyone other than himself. He seems like Mulder-- older, sadder, inexplicably far from his life's work. She feels her worry shifting from her own situation to his.
"We were-- you had gone to Rhode Island," she says carefully. "April 1997. That's-- Skinner says it's been seventeen years?"
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Seeking what?
But though it feels off, she doesn't think he's anyone other than himself. He seems like Mulder-- older, sadder, inexplicably far from his life's work. She feels her worry shifting from her own situation to his.
"We were-- you had gone to Rhode Island," she says carefully. "April 1997. That's-- Skinner says it's been seventeen years?"