"We're going to have to," he says, pressing how hands to his thighs as leverage as he stands up. "We haven't turned up much so far."

Except that it turns out Scully still likes a luxurious bath, which Mulder had never doubted. Her life her is orderly, staged like it could be the subject of photographs in a magazine, and yet it feels like her...to Mulder, at least. A little hideaway, probably professionally cleaned, her escape from the hardest parts of her job. He can imagine her in here, even if he can't imagine her especially happy here.

He takes the few steps necessary over to the young Scully and lets her lead the way. "Want me to cover my eyes for the underwear drawer?"