Scully (Memento Mori) For the first time I feel time like a heartbeat, the seconds pumping in my breast like a reckoning; the numinous 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 being 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 confort 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 strengthen by your convictions. If not for which I might never 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.
(The Field Where I Died) No one knows who they have been or who they will be. No one. Though I know more than most. In each life am I destined to find this field? To understand its secrets? Perhaps. Melissa is dead, by her own hand. The winds of fate changing everyone and everything just as I am about to understand. Everything changes. As I walk through this field I am certain that it holds secrets still, even from me. Soulmates? Who can say? I had thought that Melissa might be mine but now I am not so sure. I felt a connection to her but I do not think she was the 'one'. It is amazing to think that Scully and I have shared other lives. Have traveled other roads. It makes sense really. Who am I without Scully? She is waiting from me, at the front of the house. There are memories here for her too. Memories she cannot recall as I can. Mine only through regression. She had told me to take my time, that she would wait for me. She seems to do a lot of that. Waiting for me. Destiny is waiting for me too. I can feel it on the wind, swirling around me, waiting for me to choose my path. I cannot, not yet. I walk back towards the house, feeling more confused then when I arrived. Scully turns when I step onto the lawn. She seems not to know how unconsious a movement she has made. She could not have heard me coming, so how did she know? She asks no questions, just comes up to me and hugs me. I hug her back and seem to find myself again, in her. I look back towards the field. A thousand tears won't wash those memories from me. A thosand words will never explain what has happened to me here. Only one person can truly understand and she all ready knows.