Part 2
"So, Anna", Chris said. "I take it you're the doctor?"
"I am. But please forget "Anna", my name is Dana, I prefer that. You must be Chris?"
"Yeah. Look, my wife was sick through the entire journey, she still doesn't look well, and I'm..."
"Don't worry, I'll check Rita and the kids out as soon as we get them inside. And Rita, it is so good to see you again. I was really worried when I called you to get you out of Palm Beach."
"Oh my god, is that really you?", Rita said surprised while they walked across the yard, barely able to recognise her childhood friend. "I must be getting old and forgetful. Didn't you have bright, red hair when you were twelve?"
Dana laughed. "Still do, underneath the brown dye. Will be red again soon enough. You do look exhausted, Rita, are you sure you're all right?"
They got into the kitchen before Rita answered. "I couldn't keep any food for the entire trip, Dana. All I had were some sips of herbal tea, and I think I lost most of that as well. Right now I'm so tired I hardly know who I am."
"How's the nausea right now?"
"Still there, I don't feel very well."
"And the baby?"
"Quiet. No movement. None at all. He's usually quite active."
"Hmm. I can listen for a heartbeat if you like, but he's probably just tired or asleep. I think we need to feed you first, then you can take a good, long nap. I'll check you out more thoroughly when you have rested. You are not in any pain?"
"Nope."
"Good. I have bread, soup and scrambled eggs."
"No eggs", Rita said, her insides turning just by the thought of it.
"Some milk, then? Hot cocoa?"
"I'll try some of that. Thanks."
"Sit down, get your feet up, eat slowly."
Meanwhile, Chris found another chair and sat down with Allison on his lap. "You want cocoa, sweetheart", he whispered.
"Here, big girl", Dana said and offered Allison a mug. "You know what, you look just like your mommy used to when she and I had stayed up all night."
Allison didn't answer, she just looked at Dana with glassy, blue eyes.
"Your mom could be quite naughty when she was little, you see. One summer, when we were a little older than you are now, our parents sent us off to camp with a lot of other girls and boys. Do you know what your mommy did one night?"
"Hey, Dana", Rita interupted while desperately trying to stay conscious. The walls seemed to be spinning, and she was extremely tired. "I take exception to that. It was all your idea. I just went along with it."
"Anyway", Dana continued while smiling to Allison. "Your mom and I had captured a frog, and in the middle of the night, we sneaked out and dropped it through the counselors' window. And do you know the best part?"
Allison shook her head no.
"The boys got the blame! Nobody suspected sweet, innocent girls like us to pull a prank like that!"
Allison smiled broadly and giggled. Rita pulled herself together for a moment. "Is there a bed in this house, Dana?"
"Sure. Come with me. By the way, where did the Lipschitz'es and little Daniel go?"
"Not sure", Chris replied. "Want us to go and find them? You all right, Sam?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine."
"Just tell them lunch is ready." Dana said.
Chris carried Allison over to Rita, and they leaned in for a group hug. "Love you" he whispered in her ear.
"Me too" she said, and stood up. "Oooh!"
"What is it, Rita?"
Rita leaned against the wall. "Spinning. So dizzy."
"Can you carry her" Dana asked Chris. "There's a bed ready for her upstairs. Close your eyes if that's easier, Rita, stay with us. Talk to her, Chris!"
Without a word Chris got his arms around Rita and lifted her. She was AS light as a feather, he thought. Too light. Her breath smelled awful. What had he gotten her into this time?
"Dehydration", Dana guessed. "I'll examine her to make sure it's nothing more serious."
"Baby", Rita murmured. "Save my baby."
"Stay with me, Sam, you can't sleep yet, come on, move your fingers, open your eyes, say something, stay awake, Rita!"
Chris carried Rita up the stairs and put her to bed in the room Dana had pointed out for him. With the giant four-poster, it was a room good enough for a queen. The walls were decorated with framed posters of famous paintings, both wallpaper and curtains were purple, and underneath the bed he could see a chamber pot, white with a pattern of roses. White linen covered the bed. White as Rita's cheeks. She lay completely still, only the slow movement of her chest told him she was still alive. He kept talking to her, sitting next to her ,stroking her hand. Life had taken a difficult direction again. She looked so pale next to the pillow, sickly pale. He regretted moving, listening to Ryder and his men. They should have stayed put, not taking such risks.
He tried talking to her, stroking her cheek. She did not respond. She couldn't stay like this, she couldn't! He tried to shake her a little, just to make sure she didn't leave him. In a blur he senced Dana coming in, dragging him away from the bed, telling him to feed the others and let Rita rest.
"Chris", she called when he was half way down the stairs. "I left the kettle on the stowe. When the water's boiling, will you bring it up?"
"What's it for?"
"I need to make a solution of salt and glucoses for Rita."
Chris walked into the huge hotel kitchen, and suddenly had to deal with a wide awake and very hungry little girl. Not easy. His mind just wasn't in it. Daniel was eating calmly between Harry and Frannie, but Allison was in her most difficult mood, splashing soup with her spoon until most of it was spilled on the floor.
"ALLISON", Chris yelled in the end, lifting her away from the table. "Behave yourself! I thought you were a big girl now. Only babies makes that kind of mess!"
Of course Allison began to cry, using her most heart-rending voice, and Chris immediatly regretted yelling at her. She was just a small kid after all. Fran give him a quick glance.
"Let her cry a little", she said. "Wait a couple of minutes before you make friends with her again. Water's boiling, why don't you go and check on Rita?"
Rita was sleeping, white against the sheets. Dana smiled when she got the water.
"Here", she said and handed him a bowl with some white powder in it.
"Mix while I pour the water. Allison behaving all right?"
Chris rolled his eyes. "How much did you hear?"
"Don't worry, she's probably just upset, exhausted, confused and pissed off!"
"Thank you, that really helped!"
"Will you give me a hand with Rita? We need to wake her enough to drink a cup of this stuff."
When Chris walked back into the kitchen ten minutes later, Allison was wearing an apron and a headscarf, cleaning the floor with some help from Fran.
"Wow", Chris said, eying the situation.
"We've got a very good cleaner here, Mr. Lorenzo. Strong and smart, too", Fran said with a wink.
"I can see that", Chris said, trying to keep a straight face. "Did you see where Allison went?"
"No", Fran said, and looked at Allison. "Did you, Mrs. Cleaning Lady?"
The girl giggled. "It's me, daddy!"
"Wow", Chris said again as he bent down and gave her a raspberry kiss. "You are very good, Princess! Where did you learn to do this?"
"Grandma!"
Chris looked at Frannie, who blushed slightly. "Hope you don't mind", she said. "Daniel thinks of us as grandparents now, and Allison wanted to do the same."
"Mind", Chris smiled. "Of course I don't mind! I love the idea, so will Rita."
"How is she?"
"Sleeping. Dana's with her now. We got her to drink some magic portion which according to Dana will make her feel much better soon. I just hope she knows what she's doing. Wouldn't Rita be better off in a hospital, you think?"
"Chris, relax", Harry said. "She's an experienced doctor, she knows what she's doing!"
"Yes", Frannie added. "So why don't you and Heschy go outside and play with the children while I tidy up in here!"
Several hours later, when the children had been put to bed and Rita had woken up, they all gathered around the open fire in the main room. Still a little pale and quite weak, Rita lay on the couch, sipping hot, sweet tea, listening to the low chitchat from the others.
"When do we start tomorrow", she finally asked, not looking forward to the next day.
"We don't", Dana said quietly, receiving surprised looks from the others. "I've done some thinking. Most of you better go tomorrow, Rita and I can wait a few more days."
"No way", Chris said decidedly. "We're not splitting up. We can't!"
Rita kept quiet, knowing better than to disagree with him right now.
"Let me finish", Dana continued. "We have one horse. He can carry both the children and some luggage all the way. That means walking without heavy back-packs for the rest of you. And there's no way Rita can walk that route tomorrow, I wouldn't even recommend riding for her right now! If you manage to go all the way tomorrow, Chris and Fred can come back for Rita and me the day after tomorrow. Two days' rest, Rita, how does that sound?"
"Fantastic."
"But Rita", Chris said. "At least let me stay with you! What if something happens? I have to be here!"
"Chris, go with the others, take care of Allison! If anything happens to me, Dana can help, or get help. We agreed on that years ago, remember? Al has first priority. Please, Sam?"
"Please Sam yourself."
"Chris..."
"All right, all right, I'll give. Just take good care of yourself, Rita."
She smiled, quietly assuring him that everything would be all right.
"Don't worry", Dana added. "I'll make sure she's still here when you come back for her!"
"So", Harry said to change the subject. "This Fred character, where's he right now?"
"Hopefully on his way here", Dana said and checked her watch. "He went out with the horse this morning, planning to take a lot of food to a shelter half way to the farm."
"How big's that shelter", Harry asked. "Can we rest there? Maybe spend the night?"
"It's only a few square meters with an almost water proof roof", an unknown, male voice said. Everybody turned and looked at the tall man who just entered the room. "I suppose in really bad weather, one could spend the night, but it is not something I would like to do."
"Hi, M... Fred", Dana said. "I didn't hear you come in."
"Yes", Harry continued. "Dana was just explaining about tomorrow. It sounds like a long walk."
"Dana, huh", Fred asked. "What happened to "Anna"?"
"Oh come on", she said. "We're all on the run here, I can't see any reason for fake names among us."
"So Fran", Chris said, attempting to change the subject, "you wanna tell us Daniel's story? That little substitute grandson of yours seems to love you very much, but isn't he very quiet?"
"He should be", Fred grunted. "He saw his parents and sister get shot, and was sent to live with total strangers. How would you've reacted?"
"Fred, not now", Dana whispered.
"Then he travels a long way with a couple that aren't his new foster parents", Fred continued. "I bet he loves them very much, they offer him safety and tuck him in at night. His foster parents will take all that away and he will have to start all over again."
Everyone was quiet for a while, until Frannie offered Fred a weak smile.
"Every child needs to be loved", she said slowly. "It can be parents, grandparents, foster parents, substitute grandparents... Daniel is four years old and knows more about evil than most people learn in a lifetime. I think that as long as he gets to keep his substitute grandparents, he will learn to love his foster parents very much." Having said that, she looked at Harry, who had the softest expression on his face. "Wouldn't you agree, Heschy?"
"Fran", Rita smiled, "you're right. I grew up in foster care. It doesn't really matter who loves you, as long as somebody does, and you are aware of it. Daniel couldn't ask for better grandparents than you and Harry, and I would be very happy if you two would be Allison's grandparents as well."
"I would love to, honey", Fran smiled.
"Stay Daniel's grandparents too?", Dana asked, elbowing Fred in his ribcage to keep him quiet.
---***---
Allison refused to let go of Rita the next morning. Rita held her, a little confused, her daughter wasn't normally this affectionate. The others were ready to go, but Allison just clung to her mother like there was no tomorrow.
"Allison", Fran finally called. "Could you help me carry this bag? I think I brought too much."
Rita tried hard not to smile. Fran's bag was quite small, and didn't seem to be heavier than an extra jumper. Allison was thrilled, though, and ran towards her new grandmother. Rita waved, then turned towards Chris.
"Take care of yourself", he whispered and kissed her. "I love you."
"Love you too", Rita replied automaticly before he went after the others. The early morning sun brightened the sky, and she prayed it would shine on her family's path, keeping them warm and safe.
Dana touched her arm as they watched the group disappear between the trees. Fred was leading the horse with Daniel in the saddle. The huge saddlebags were filled with plenty of useful things. Harry had the goat ON a leash. All the adults carried backpacks, but nothing heavy. They had many miles of walking in front of them.
"Well, Rita", Dana said after a while. "Do you think we can fill two days with girltalk?"
Rita laughed. "I think that should be possible. Where do we start?"
"In the kitchen. Decaffed coffee or herbal tea?"
"I could kill for a decent coffee", Rita sighed.
"This decaffed tastes fine", Dana promised. "A small cup of that shouldn't upset your baby. I'm glad to see you're feeling so much better today."
They sat down in the kitchen, sipping wonderful, aromatic coffee.
"So, Dana, how long have you been hanging out with Fred?", Rita asked.
Dana sighed.
"Did I misunderstand? You two look so close, and with Daniel and everything, I just assumed you were together?"
"You assumed right. I think. It's just a very long story. We used to work together, be really close friends. Sort of. Then... Something changed a bit. He decided to quit, leave without telling anyone, I found out, and got pissed off, then things... ah well, we ended up in bed that night, he left the next morning, I went with him, and here we are. Even my mother doesn't know where I am. He had planned it well, we went out to investigate some bullshit and just disappeared. "
"If she knows you're with Fred...", Rita began.
"My life was a mess anyway", Dana continued. "I didn't loose much. I just wish mom knew I was safe. My dad and my sister are dead already, and my brothers live far away, why didn't I invite mom to tag along? Mulder... Shit! What the heck, his name isn't Fred, you know that. Don't tell him I told you, ok? We worked with the FBI and messed with some really creepy men who probably know where we're hiding, but will leave us alone as long as we're not a threat to them anymore. By some reason Mulder decided to move out here without anyone knowing, get new identities and a new life. Might have something to do with Daniel, wanting to give him a safe life, you know? He said he wouldn't ask me to join him, but would be very happy if I did. That's my life in a nutshell, Rita. Why are you here?"
"That's another long story. You know both Tom, Sue and Michael are dead? Chris and I were homocide cops, very close friends, and fell in love. I got pregnant, and we married. Chris got shot and buried, you called me,and it turned out he wasn't dead after all. Allison was born, we moved and moved and moved and moved. I got pregnant again, and believe me we didn't plan that, we moved again, our contact told us we had to move again. We met Harry and Frannie and you know the rest. Harry was our boss back in homocide. Boy my life's messy, Dana. We don't know a damn thing about being parents, and here we are expecting child number two.We're city people planning to run a farm the middle of nowhere. We used to be so close and now all he has time for is our daughter. I would love to drink liters of coffee each day and I'm down to one small pitiful cup of decaffed!"
"Life isn't fair, is it?"
"Life sucks."
"Rita?"
"Yes?"
"You want strawberry cheesecake?"
"You have some?"
"Spotted one in the hotel freezer yesterday. Bill said we could eat anything we fancied."
"Aaah. Sounds great, Dana. We ate that at camp, remember, on the last day?"
"How could I ever forget? You had a worm in your pocket, and dropped it down Libby Stahl's neck. I've never heard a girl scream that loud! Served her right for being such a whimp."
"Chicken salad with garlic bread and cream&onion dressing?"
"Rita, I'm twelve again. Let's pig out!"
"You know what, after yesterday, I didn't think I would ever be hungry again, but I'm starving!"
"Good. You need it, doctor's orders."
A while later, they sat in front of the open fire in the main room, a table full of food within easy reach for both them. Shrimps, smoked salmon, scrambled eggs, cheese, rye bread, garlic bread, fresh salad, and for dessert, the wonderful piece of art: the cheesecake.
---***---
Rita was napping when Chris tip-toed into her room the next evening, anxious to see her again after their two days apart.
"How are you feeling?" he whispered.
"Better."
"We had a great hike across the mountain. The view was amazing!"
"Yeah?"
"Allison is fine, she adores Harry and Frannie. I bet she misses you, though."
"Maybe."
"She does, Rita. She loves both her mom and her dad and her grandparents."
"Yeah, I guess. Listen Chris, I'm really tired."
"I guess you are, huh?" He bent down and kissed her forehead. "You sleep, Sammy. Pleasant dreams."
With that he silently left the room. Rita cried herself to sleep, not sure what was wrong, just that everything was unbearable.
---***---
They had been walking under a grey sky for several hours. The barren mountain terrain was changing all the time, they could walk on grass and heather for one mile, then climb over rocks and crossed patches of snow for several. The mountain plateau was far from being as flat as it looked in the photos. It was spotted with small tops and valleys, making the un-fit wanderers weary and exhausted.
It was early afternoon when Rita noticed that the clouds were sinking. A wall of heavy fog came running towards them, thick as porridge. An occasional drop of rain evolved into a steady pour of water, slowly translating the thick mane in front of her to soaked threads.
"Terrific", Fred finally shouted. "I can't see a damn thing! We better stop before we get lost for real."
"Hang on", Dana said and reached for the map. "Last time I checked, we were here", she showed the others. "The shelter is not far away."
They kept walking, slowly, holding on to one another to make sure they didn't stray. Rita let the reins hang loose, allowing her horse to find his own way in the grey porridge. Her hips were aching, not exactly painful, just sore. Somewhere in front of them she could see a dim light, moving up and down in time with her own movements. Another horse, out here? She was too tired to tell the others, she just guided her horse towards the light. He seemed to walk easier now, his pace quicker than her companions on foot. The light kept bouncing, slowly, like carried on a walking horse.
"SLOW DOWN, RITA", she heard somebody yell far behind her, but unable to stop, she just followed the light. Her body was calm, motionless, she couldn't have stopped even if she'd wanted to. The light wanted her to follow. It was good. Friendly.
"RIIITAAA..."
Suddenly the light disappeared. Confused, she pulled the horse into halt. Everything was grey again, no light to be seen anywhere. The horse snorted, then raised his head and whinnied. She patted his neck. He whinnied again, and far away she thought she might hear an answer, but there was no way she could be sure.
Chris was right behind her, breathing hard.
"What the hell happened", he groaned. "Why did you ride so fast?"
"The light", Rita tried to explain. "I had to follow the light..."
"LOOK", Dana yelled. "We found the hut! We're safe! Good for you, Rita!"
Fred didn't say anything, he just grabbed the horse's reins and led him into the hut after Rita had dismounted. Bone tired, she followed Chris into a pitch dark and low-ceilinged room, where they had to feel their way along cold, damp walls.
"I'll make a stall for the horse over here", Fred said from the grey square of the entrance. "I doubt we'd have found this place if it wasn't for him. Scully, I packed a nosebag with oats this morning, it's in the saddle bags somewhere. Can you find it?"
"Shouldn't that brave animal have a name", Dana said while searching through the bags. "We'd have been lost without him."
"Lost, wet and very cold", Fred added.
"Vei", Rita said without thinking.
"Vei", Chris repeated. "What a strange name. How did you think of that?"
"I didn't", Rita said. "It just came to me. Vei. That's his name."
"Ah-ha", Dana said and pulled out the nosebag. Fred attached it to Vei's halter. "Vei, old boy, how d'you like your new name?"
The horse pointed his ears at them for a moment, then ate like he'd never seen food before.
"Lucky horse", Dana whispered. "Boy am I hungry!"
"Just cold", Rita whispered and sat down on a trunk. She was stiff, cold and damp, feeling like she could never be quite warm again. "It's freezin' in here. How long are we here for, Fred?"
Chris moved behind her, rubbing her shoulders as if that would make her warmer. The cold humidity of the fog filled every corner of the hut, every wrinkle of her clothes, sinking further into her body every minute. It was like breathing through plastic, thick, painful, like she could not get enough oxygen. In a flash she knew how the gassed jews from Hitler's death camps had felt the last minutes of their lives.
"Fred's not my real name, you know", Fred said after a while.
"So I guessed. The kids called you uncle Fred the other day... What do you prefer?"
"Fred is fine. Just as long as you know it's a fake. I can call you Sunny Cudwin, how is that?"
"Hate it. You can call me Rita."
"Mulder. But you know what, Sunny, you're resting your cute derriere on a case of cans. One of those cans could be condenced milk. Wanna see if you can find it? Meanwhile, I'll lite our Trangia here,get some water boiling for cocoa and hot soup, and we'll have supper. This weather's not likely to change soon."
Mulder lit the burner, put some water on to boil, then pulled several plastic bags out from his pockets and poured the contents into the water. The others watched with widening eyes as pieces of dried meat and pork sausage, rolled oats, potato powder and even some almonds all went the same way.
"Never knew you were such a good housewife, Mulder", Dana teased. "Didn't you once say you couldn't even boil eggs without burning them?"
"Takes one to know one", he replied without looking at her.
"Look, Sam", Chris whispered loudly to Rita. "They're as bad as us!"
Startled, Mulder looked at Rita. "Sam?"
"Slammin' Sammy Sneed", Chris and Rita said together.
"Oh."
"Who's that", Dana asked. "It sounds familiar."
"A famous golfer. We kinda like him. A lot. So we share the nickname."
"Cute. We never did that, Mulder."
"What?"
"Use a mutual nickname."
"So? Ah, finally. Soup is ready."
---***---
"We might as well prepare ourself for spending the night here, Mulder said a while later. "Even if the fog blows away now, it will be dark long before we reach the farm. There's a big, woolen blanket in one of the bags, big enough for all of us if we can clear enough space on the floor.
"The insides of this hut is three times four meters, Mulder", Dana said. "We are four adult humans and one horse."
Mulder was quiet for a moment before answering. "We could tie the horse outside and have more room to sleep, but it is a cold time of year, we have no fire, and a horse is like a live oven. With the oats he got for dinner, he'll keep us nice and warm during the night. All we need to do is clear as much floor space as possible.
"Won't the others worry about us when we fail to show up on the farm tonight?", Rita wondered.
"They probably will", Mulder continued, "but I told them that we would rather spend the night somewhere outdoors than risk getting lost. Weather on the mountain can be surprising."
"Mulder the mountain goat", Dana joked. "Who would've guessed that a cultivated city boy like you would play it safe in the wild."
---***---
They reached the farm by noon the next day, having started at the crack of dawn and followed Mulder's brisk pace through rough, unfriendly terrain in rain and strong wind.
"I have no idea what kind of architect drew this place", Dana yelled through the wind, pointing towards the main house. It was huge, and strange, pieces put together like a castle made of lego. Some parts of the house were made of timber, others of rocks, windows were scattered on the walls, some narrow, some wide, all with small panes. A gallery were running along most of the building's first floor, and on one side, the remains of a tower could be seen.
"Amazing", Rita gasped, stroking water from her eyebrows.
"We think it's been empty for fifty-sixty years", Mulder said. "I had to dig pretty deep into old archives to find it. The two brothers who owned it both died in the second world war, and without any living relatives, uncle Sam took over, but couldn't use it for a damn thing. It's too far from everything else. Whoever built it did a fantastic job, most of the house is still intact, though the tower in the west wing have fallen down and wrecked that part of the building. Still, empty for sixty years and still standing, that's pretty good."
"We've cleared a few rooms in the right wing", Dana said. "Kitchen and bedrooms. The furniture is still here, but hardly any textiles. They must be hidden somewhere."
"MOMMY", Allison yelled while running through the rain towards them. Fran was running behind her, waving with a scarf and a jacket. Rita dISmounted, then fell to her knees to greet the girl. "Come and see, mom, we have sheep and goat and hens! They make us eggs, we don't buy them in the store anymore!"
"All right, honey, how exciting, just wait a minute."
"What's wrong, Rita?", Dana said, as Rita was still sitting on the wet ground.
"I can't get up. Damn, I'm so helpless!"
"But what's wrong, does it hurt anywhere, are you just too heavy?"
"My legs are all numb, I can't feel them! What's wrong with me, Dana?"
"Chris, Mulder, can you help her inside, find her a bed?"
"Mommy, wont you see the animals?" Allison's bottom lip was trembling.
"Allison", Fran tried to reason with her, but Dana had another idea: "Why don't you show mom the bedroom, Al? Run ahead and open all the doors, that will be a great help."
It didn't help. Allison cried like a baby. Vei lowered his big, shaggy head and nuzzled her tummy as if trying to comfort her, that made her step away from him and cry even more.
Fran stayed with her, torn between worry for Rita and concern for the child. Something was wrong with this little family, they all seemed to worry about each other, but without being able to do anything about it. Chris and Rita weren't on the same wave length as in the old days, though it was obvious that they still cared about each other. She wondered if they had forgotten how to communicate. And that little sweetheart, anxiously awaiting her parents' arrival for days. They couldn't even let her give them her long-planned welcome... She knew very well that Rita was sick, but how could anyone expect a four-year-old to understand that without proper explanation?
"You're a good girl, Allison", Fran sighed, bending down and kissing her forehead. "Maybe you can help me a little with this horse, I don't know anything about big animals, but uncle Fred promised me he is as gentle as a kitten."
Still crying, but calmer now, Allison grasped her hand. "Is so big", she whispered. "Is dangerous?"
"No, he is a good boy", Fran smiled, praying she was right. With her free hand, she seized the rope hanging from the horse's head and began a slow walk towards the barn.
---*to be continued*---
Ok, so flame me for bringing Mulder & Scully into the story. I swear, it wasn't my fault, Anna and Fred kept telling me that they were really Mulder & Scully in disguise, and I had to believe them. I tried to convince Anna that she was Jillian (snort!), and Fred to behave like Eric (that could've been fun!), but no. You know how it is, you think of yourself as the creator of a universe, and expect your characters to be who you tell them to be, and do what you tell them to do. Big mistake. Doesn't work that way ;-)
Seriously, this is still Silkfic, written for the sole purpose of keeping Classic Silk Stalkings alive in our hearts. Chris, Rita, Frannie, Harry, the Lances and Michael are property of Stu Segall, Stephen Cannel and USA cable network. Mulder & Scully belong to Chris Carter, 1013 productions and Fox network.
Thanks,Lisa for posting.
What kind of light did Rita see in the fog? Who can possibly be out in the wilderness helping our heroes? Educated guesses may be sent to kilohana@hotmail.com. Same address is useful for comments & feedback ;-)
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