As I turn the key in the lock, I realize I am entering a
most important place. This area is reserved for
Katherine Scully, Medical Doctor and Special Agent of the
FBI. In my mind, she's not a spy anymore, and I miss
second-guessing, the questioning, the doubt, but I proceed
into her abode.
I water the plants and make sure the bills are ready to send
off to her mother to be taken care of until she returns.
This place is so tidy, orderly, something I can hardly imagine
in my own home. Maybe I really AM obsessed with
my job, the
paranormal and finding my sister, because I somehow think my
place needs some semblance of home, but I can't
do all that
domestic stuff right now. I have to look for my partner.
Her phone messages lie in wait, and I reach for the phone, then
turn away because it reminds me of that night she
called and I
was out running. That night she was taken by one Duane Barry.
I walk into her kitchen and see the cups she drank from, the
dishes she filled with food, the refrigerator that is
be cleaned out tomorrow because it smells like Hell in your
own home. How long has it been? A
few months now.
I miss her. I lost her. I can hardly face her mother.
The bedroom is neat, tidy, smells of nice things and the
usual scents women surround themselves with. There's
a hint of dirty laundry.
This is the bed Scully slept in, and WILL sleep on if I have
anything to do with it, I will find her and bring
her back to
her own home.
I see a blouse hanging on a hook in the bathroom and I hold it
closely to my face, taking in the fading fabric freshener
the slight scent of Scully's perfume, then take a look around
The Soverign State of Scullyland will not be conquered or taken