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[There's a squelching sound of someone falling into a very muddy area. Then that someone curses under his breath, followed by the distinct sound of some very angry toads who he's disturbed. Many of whom also curse along with the general annoyed croaking.]

Hello? Who's there? Who said that? Scully, are you with me? Can you hear me? SCULLY!?!

[There's a pause, and more muddy squelching. And more grumpy voices in the background as Mulder appears to have fallen into a whole clan of toads. He seems to take this in stride though, thinking aloud as he tries to gain his bearings. He picks up the book that's near him and eyes it curiously. It's very out of place here, but he's already drawing his own conclusions.]

Let me guess. I've finally been abducted by aliens. I knew it was a matter of time, but somehow I always assumed the experience would involve less falling face down in the mud, and more probing.

Not that I want any probing, I'll pass on that opportunity.

So now the question is- aside from where the hell are my real clothes- where am I? My theories include afterlife or parallel dimension, maybe a mix of the two with a dash of government-initiated kidnapping thrown in. It's not every day you wake up in someone else's clothes with wings sprouting out of your back for no reason. Wings that hurt like a bitch when I pull on the feathers, I might add.

[Yeah he already tried that. Is it really any surprise he's already tried that?]

So what's going on here? Who's responsible for this? Was I subjected to an experiment of some kind? Kept imprisoned as a test subject and cast off to the wilderness as soon as they were done with me? Is this Russia? It better not be Russia. I didn't have such great accommodations the last time I went there.

[...and is it just him or are ALL of the toads in the area looking ready to gang up on him? He's deciding he's overstaying his welcome here. Time to get moving. In some direction. So Mulder can be found hurrying the rest of the way through the woods and into town. He's covered in mud and followed close behind by a whole bunch of very disgruntled toads.]

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There's more than enough evidence out there to substantiate the existence of extraterrestrials. Of course, it doesn't help that there are also so many deliberate lies and other varieties of misinformation, designed to hide the truth about their existence... You could say it's become my life's work to expose those lies for what they are.

...May I ask why you're so eager to expose them?

The short version is... I'm trying to find someone who was abducted years ago.

The long version... that involves years of relentlessly pursuing the truth no matter the cost, and coming to realize just how deep all of these conspiracies run. I've seen too much, and lost too much, to back down.

[To say that his work is very personal is a big understatement.]

You call them conspiracies, and maybe they are, but have you thought that perhaps secrets are sometimes better kept? Is it necessary to expose everything in order to find one missing person? If you prove to the world beyond all reasonable doubt that aliens exist, what do you think you'll accomplish?

Because I'm not the only one who's lost someone to their conspiracies, who's been dragged out against their will to become a test subject, or been given a mysterious disease, or been otherwise threatened, used, and worse. I've seen things throughout the course of my work, I've seen what these powerful individuals are capable of doing... I can't sit back and let them get away with it.

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