Her eyes were glazed over but he knew she understood by the biting of her lip that people were still inside the coat room just two aisles over. Like they were made to do this. She settles a palm against her stomach, willing the sensation to go away.
Outside, a gentle breeze greets them. The two of you got up, heading downstairs in just your pajamas. For someone with a degree in physics, Scully was irrationally skeptical about the mechanisms of flight. The moon is high in the sky above them, setting the grass alight in a wash of crystal dewdrops.
She shakes her head, a lone tear streaming down her cheek. Mulder insisted that Scully go first, and she tried to tell him that he should go first, but he won the argument, as he usually did.