2 hours later
As they neared their destination, Reyes asked, �that man, the one that took Scully. We know what he looks like, but Mulder, we don�t know who took Mulder, he could be anywhere. Skinner knew the odds of finding Mulder were looking bad, but he wasn�t about to give up without a fight.
�We will find them. We have to.� Skinner said simply.
�Why don�t we start with the motel that they were staying at.� Monica said. Skinner nodded in unspoken agreement. Twenty minutes later they had reached their destination, a very spooky, very old, and very unnamed motel in the middle of nowhere. Mulder, Scully & Doggett where called in after a string of mysterious deaths that had taken place in each of the creepy rooms in the motel, ending with the owner, hung in the foyer. His name, Bailey Hallosen, scrawled in blood underneath. The agents had just discovered that it was murder not suicide before they were so rudely interrupted. Monica & Skinner got up out of the car and walked up the steps. �God this place gives me the creeps,� Monica whispered, �can we just hurry the hell up and get the hell out of this place.� With that they walked up the steps and into the creepy motel.