“Reality and rationality have been my touchstones all these years, in the face of so much that can’t be easily explained. Now, in Africa, under this sun that burns away reason, confronted by the scratches on this object, they have slipped away from me like slick, moss-covered pebbles through my fingers. I think that’s why I’ve begun to hear him. I needed his grounding. Probably out of loneliness more than anything else, I started talking to him in my thoughts. And one day, he answered.” Scully’s spell-binding account on her experiences in Africa, and her telepathic connection with Mulder.
Bugs, “WHEN I DREAM, I DREAM OF WHITE HORSES” (offsite link)
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