To Dana Scully-- with death growing behind her eyes, with her knowledge of what medicine will do to her body to try to stop it, with a history of alarming test results since she was taken away-- a miracle is exactly what it sounds like.

"Oh my God," she whispers, and she throws herself back against him, wrapping her arms around him, face pressed into his shoulder. This time it's not for her own sake. How he could have kept this secret to protect her-- good God! Mulder, losing a little girl. Mulder knowing his son is out there. There are nearly two decades of context she's missing, but she knows him well enough to guess what that must mean for him.

She can't give him much. Not answers, certainly. But maybe she can offer back a little comfort.