Mulder: "Why not?"
Scully: "I...uh... I experienced an unusual degree of post-mortem galvanic response."
Mulder: "The head moved."
Scully: "It blinked at me...."

Mulder: "Scully, you're not saying it's *alive* are you?"
Scully: "I most certainly am not."
Mulder: "But has it crossed your mind that it might not be quite dead, either?"

Scully: "You're not suggesting that a headless body kicked its way out of a latched morgue freezer are you?"

Scully: "I don't know why I'm standing here listening to this."

Scully: "Mulder, I don't even know how to respond to that."

Mulder: "Well you got yourself a nice paperweight."

Scully: "Why do I think Darwin is rolling in his grave?"

Memento Mori

Scully: "In med school, I learned that cancer arrives in the body unannounced.  A dark stranger who takes up residence, turning its new home against itself.  This is the evil of cancer, that is starts as an invader but soon becomes one with the invaded, forcing you to destroy it but only at the risk of      destroying yourself.  It is science's demon possession.  My treatments, science's attempt at exorcism.  Mulder, I hope that in these terms you might know it and know me and accept this stranger so many recognise but can not ever completely cast out...  and if the darkness should have swallowed me as you read this you must never think there was the possibility of some secret intervention, something you might have done.  And though we've travelled far together, this last distance must, necessarily, be travelled alone."

Scully: "For the first time, I feel time like a heart beat.  The seconds pumping in my breast like a reckoning.  The numerous mysteries, that once seemed so distant and unreal, threatening clarity in the presence of a truth entertained not in youth,  but only in its passage.  I feel these words as if their meaning  were weight lifted from me knowing that you will read them and  share my burden as I have come to trust no other.  That you  should know my heart, look into it, finding there the memory  and experience that belong to you, that are you, is a comfort to me now as I feel the tethers loose and the prospects darken  for the continuance of a journey that began not so long ago.  And which began again with a faith shaken and strengthened by  your convictions.  If not for which I should not have been so strong now as I cross to face you and look at you, incomplete, hoping that you will forgive me for not making the rest of the journey with you."

Mulder: (handing Scully some flowers.) I stole these from some guy with a broken leg down the hall. He won't be able to catch me.

Mulder: But it's treatable?
Scully: The truth is the type and placement of the tumour make it difficult to the extreme.
Mulder: I refuse to believe that.
Scully: For all the times I have said that to you, I am as certain about this as you have ever been.

Mulder: "The truth will save you, Scully...  I think it will save us both."

Scully: "Mulder, I can't kid myself.  People live with cancer.  They carry on.  And so will I."

(Continued on page 84)