Considering the stress of the past couple of days, a tiny nosebleed shouldn't rate as a concern at all. (At least that's what she's telling herself.)

Mulder comes to sit beside her, and she thinks of him, days ago-- years ago-- sitting in the bed in that Providence motel.

And she thinks-- irrationally-- maybe it's just them. Perhaps there's some strange resonance of caretaking pulling them together through the decades. Maybe she's here because he needs her.

"Do you think they'll take your news website seriously? I'm not sure anyone saw but Skinner." And she has the feeling he's not going to say anything if he can help it. His whole demeanor seemed to be helpful but hands-off.