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[Late at night, Mulder is up and about, wandering aimlessly. He's just received Scully's letter so of course that's sending him into a bit of a broody mindset. Sleep? Ha, no, he's not planning to sleep for a while.]

[On the one hand, she's free of all of this. On the other... she's gone. His partner. The one person he trusts more than anyone. And what she's returning home to doesn't sound very pleasant. It's the future relative to him so he has no way of knowing just how safe she really is. He's not supposed to worry, but he can't stop himself from doing so anyway. The troubling thoughts that always come up at these times are there to bother him, too...]

How do we know they really send us home when we vanish from here, anyway?

[Yeah, this is what happens when you overthink everything.]

For anyone who knew... anyone who knows her, Dana Scully has left the building. I'm sure she's relieved to be somewhere a bit more down to earth.

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[He chuckles a bit, not having paid it close attention until she mentioned it. He IS pretty hungry, not having been eating well since Scully left.]

Well, I don't want to end up committed or anything. Let's see what you brought.

[He starts digging into the basket.]

[Inside is actually a basket of freshly fried chicken and a bottle of strange looking sauce. Jack Sparrow's Soul Sauce...]

[Mmm, that looks really good, and he's more hungry than he'd thought, on getting it out of there. He gives the sauce a curious look.]

That's definitely not barbecue.

No, it's something my friend Jack Sparrow made. He claims it can save your soul, but I think it's just very good sweet and sour sauce.

Ah, that Jack Sparrow. [Mulder sounds like he's strangely fond of the pirate- and he is, despite the... well, the pirate thing. So why not, he'll give it a taste.] I had no idea his interests went into the culinary-spiritual, but we all need a hobby.

It was how we met, actually. This...sauce.

[She laughs and starts setting out the table, pouring a bit of the thick, sugary sauce into a little dipping bowl]

I would not overdo it though, it's quite sweet.

I'll try to go easy on it. I'm almost tempted to ask what he puts in it, but maybe some things really are better off left as a mystery.

[Especially because, remarkably, as he digs in and dips a little on... it's actually not bad!]

[She'll tuck in right with him, using a lot more of the sauce. She, unlike Mulder, is very fond of it. And soul-food in general, oddly]

With Jack? Yes, yes they are.

[Hm... yes, not bad at all. He's finding that he likes it overall, and takes a bit more the next dip.]

Yeah, I thought so. [Really, it spoils the joy in most food to know too much!] For what it's worth, my soul feels much better already... I'd say I'm getting converted.

Converted to what, exactly?

[Remember who you're talking too, Mulder. A religious figure in her own right.]

[He grins a bit, amused as the realization of the word choice dawns on him.]

Converted to the temple of Jack's special sauce. I guess I need to be careful about saying things like that around any kind of deities.

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