"I'm not sure I want to watch the future news," she points out. Definitely a danger there of polluting the timeline-- especially if everything needs a long history explanation-- and all it would do is leave her dreading things, no doubt.

She takes the other end of the couch-- she'd sit closer if it was her Mulder, but perhaps not so close as he'd like-- and watches the screen snap to life. It looks very crisp-- not unlike his little computer phone-- and she can't help notice the last option, casting a sidelong glance at him and mostly smothering a huff of laughter. It's comforting to know some things never change.

"What if I don't know what I want?"