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The group splits up into guys and girls, and the guys begin to strip in the main bullpen area. There are pros and cons to this scene. Pro: Shirtless Mulder with – Oh, my – is that a six pack? No, an eight pack? Well done, Agent Mulder. Someone's been spending a little extra time at the FBI gym. Con: Xander Berkeley, shirtless. That's a nightmare I could have avoided. Mulder snarks, "Before anyone passes judgment, may I remind you we are in the 'artic'." because, apparently, his Cs are still not working properly. Cut to Scully in a tank top examining a shirtless Da Silva in what could surely be misconstrued as a lesbian love scene by the more immature (read: male) members of our audience. But that's probably what Chris Cater was going for, anyway. Dressed and flashlight wielding, the group saunters sleepily down a dark hallway to bedrooms to the left and right. Scully pauses at a door to say goodnight to Mulder. "At least everyone's okay," she sighs. "Don't forget", he replies ominously," the spots on the dog went away." What a lovely thought to say goodnight on. He's such a gentleman. Good thing he's easy on the eyes.

Scully enters one of the AICP Members' rooms, looks around, has a minor panic attack, and barricades the door with a nearby desk. She curls herself into a ball on the floor under a poster of a pair of half-naked women over a caption that reads, "Bosom Buddies." Classy. Charger Fan listens to old football games on his walkman while staring worriedly at his door. Hodge spends his evening making lists of how everyone but him is the bad guy, when we all know he's the one. Right? Da Silva, who sleeps with her giant chunky bracelet even though that's gotta be uncomfortable, cries herself to sleep, while Mulder re-removes his shirt (not that I'm complaining) and places his gun on the nightstand. Seconds later, even though it's probably supposed to be hours later, Mulder starts awake and turns on the light. He dresses and pads down the hall to see where that ominous clunking sound is coming from. Don't forget your gun, Mulder! Oh, good. He got it. Flashlight in hand, he skulks the hallway, but not without noticing that Charger Fan's door is open and his bed is empty. He enters the bullpen and the dog barks. Mulder panics and points his gun and flashlight, but it's a false alarm. Entering the room further, he notices blood leaking from one of the industrial freezers along the wall. He opens it to find Charger Fan, covered in blood and, well, dead. Guess he's not the guy, either. I still think it's Evil Xander.

Just as Charger Fan falls into Mulder's lap, Scully, Hodge, and Da Silva burst into the room. Hodge accuses him of murder, Mulder insists he didn't do it, and Scully believes him. Hodge and Mulder start arguing. Mulder doesn't have any symptoms, he argues. Scully steps between them and asks Mulder to take a blood test, just to be sure. So, maybe she doesn't believe him. Mulder is worried that Hodge will doctor the results, and refuses. Scully wants to examine Mulder's neck, but now he's all paranoid shouty and points his gun at the three of them. "As far as I'm concerned, you're all infected!" Hodge grabs a bottle to throw at Mulder and Mulder adjusts his aim. Scully, a note of panic in her voice, aims her weapon at Mulder and begs him to understand. Mulder swishes his weapon back to her and here we are again. Mexican standoff in Alaska. Gosh, these two have some great memories of that state. First, they almost kill each other, then an alien almost kills Mulder, then Scully saves his life. Okay, I guess it's not all bad. Anyway, back in 1993, Scully is imploring Mulder, "You may not be who you are." He gets it, lowers his gun, and agrees to be locked in that tiny storage locker from before. He tells Scully as she locks him inside, "In here, I'll be safer than you." She locks the bolt, turns, and sighs. It's gonna be a long night, sweetheart.

She reenters the bullpen to find Da Silva asleep at a microscope. She sneaks over to examine her neck, when Hodge grabs her, waking Da Silva up. He snipes, "I can't help noticing, you're the only one with a gun. If you get infected, we don't stand a chance, do we?" Y'know? I'm tired of this guy accusing Scully. Dude, she's NOT infected. I promise. Give it a rest. You already have Mulder locked up. Why do you seem to trust Da Silva so implicitly? Is it because she has so little dialogue and is such a poorly developed character? So far, all we really know is that she sleeps with clunky jewelry, is an emotional wreck, and is possibly going through early-onset Menopause. Come on, Felicity Huffman. You're so good on Desperate Housewives. What's going on here? I blame the writing. Anyway, Scully removes the clips from both her and Mulder's guns and tosses them unceremoniously outside into the blizzard. Hodge seems satisfied. He tells the ladies that "now's not the time for the three of us to break down and turn on each other." Oh, you mean like you were just doing ten seconds ago? Okay. "What about Mulder?" Scully reminds him. "Mulder isn't one of us," he shoots back. Man, I hope he dies. I don't care if he's the guy or not, I just want him dead. Scully comes to Mulder's defense: "If Mulder is infected, it's not his fault." They should help him, not ditch him. Da Silva even agrees with her, finally showing some balls. Figuratively speaking. Hodge grabs Scully's arm as she begins to walk away, "If he's infected, he doesn't go back." "That would sure as hell make my life easier," Scully replies, "Who knows? I could get promoted into the VCU, find a boyfriend, get married, have 2.5 kids and the white picket fence. I get this nagging feeling that none of that's going to happen if he comes out of this alive."