I don't know why Tawaba didn't just slash me dead. Perhaps it sensed my spooky essence and decided to let me live. But for one reason or another, I survived my Tawaba encounter, And while I lay unconscious, something happened. I'm still not sure what, but some people came and took me away.

When I woke up, it was pitch black. I soon realized that this was due to the fact that there was a blindfold over my eyes. I was in a moving vehical, with my hands and feet bound, and a gag in my mouth. Little did I know at the time, but back at the hotel, someone had put something in Scully's morning orange juice. It was done to keep her from coming to look for me earlier, as someone didn't want her interferring with me being kidnapped. Hotel personell heard Scully shrieking, and barged into the room. They found her naked and laughing hysterically, insisting that there were "wonderful little aliens" making funny faces at her in the ceiling.

The drug in the juice had made her slightly psychotic.

A bunch of other people staying at the hotel gawked around the room. The personell was worried, and called the police. The police saw that she was an FBI Agent, and called Skinner. Skinner immediately drove to the hotel, and saw that I was missing, and that something had happened to Scully.

Skinner was disturbed by these things.

Hours later, when Scully came back to herself, she explained that I had run off early that morning, and hadn't come back. And that apparently someone had slipped something in something she consumed that morning. Skinner and Scully called in a bunch of Agents and began turning the town of Oogabooga upside down looking for me.

Meanwhile, I was waking up in a strange building somewhere. I was strapped to a chair, painfully. A man around my age and whom I had never seen before walked over to me, and bent down to be on face level with me. That was unusual, since I'm usually the one who bends down to be on face level with people, especially Scully. But anyway, so this guy says to me, "Mulder. You're probably wondering what we want. All we want, is for you to tell us where the top secret alien video tape you stole is." Now, I honestly didn't know what the hell he was talking about. I hadn't stolen any top secret alien video tape...lately. I tried to tell him this, but he didn't believe me. The video had been stolen, and he was convinced that I had it.

"And we're not going to let you go back untill you tell us where it is!" he yelled. "They're going to come looking for me." I said, snarling. "Oh, we've got plans to prevent that." he said, then started laughing this laugh which I'm sure he meant to be menacing but which actually came out so goofy that I just shook my head in pity. Then he punched me in the face. Since my hands were tied, I spat at him. He punched me twice more, once in the face and once in the stomach. I leaned back and sighed as the blood trickled down over my lips. Another fine day.

Indeed, I was to later learn, the man and his co-conspirators did execute a plan designed to prevent Scully and and Skinner from persuing the search for me. The following letter and photo were created:

Dear partner Skully and boss Scinner,

It's me, Fox William Mulder. I know you are worried, but there's no need to be. I took off that morning because I am tired of being an FBI Agent. I'm tired of my work. I'm tired of my whole damn life. And I'm very tired of the two of you. I put the drug in your drink, Skully. I didn't want you bothering me. You see, I didn't run off to find Tawaba. I ran off to be with my secret love, Alex Krycek. That's right, Alex Krycek. The two of us are very happy and I want nothing to do with either of you, so call off the damn search. Included is a photo of me and Alex.

Goodbye!

Sincerely, Fox William Mulder.

Well, when I saw that, my jaw dropped. Then I was outraged. Obviously, I didn't write the letter, and the photo was very badly faked. They stole a stupid ass picture of me, taken at The Lone Gunmen's New Year's Eve party from several years ago. I was drunk and embracing Frohike. Langly had thrown up on my shirt, and Byers lent me the white one I was wearing. Anyway, these people who kidnapped me, once they had that picture, they used a picture of that rat bastard Krycek and superglued Krycek's face onto Frohike's body. Man, how low these people will stoop.

Scully and Skinner each recieved a copy of the letter and the photo in the mail.

Scully and Skinner discussed the situation. I know because Scully showed me HER jurnal entry describing their dialouge:

"I can't believe Mulder would do something like this in his right mind. I mean, his normal mind. I mean, his usual mind." Scully said. "Agent Scully, I want to believe this is all a fake too, but just look at the picture. Crap, he's so smitten with Alex Friggin' Krycek, he can't even spell our names correctly!" Skinner said. "But sir, there must be an explaination." Scully said. "I'm just afraid it's not the one we'd like to hear, Agent Scully." Skinner said. "Please sir, we have to keep looking for Mulder. I won't believe this is the truth." Scully said. "Alright, Agent Scully. We'll continue the search. And I sure the hell hope you're right about this." Skinner said, clenching his teeth and shaking his head as a bit of sweat slid down his bald head.

Meanwhile, I was still strapped to the chair in the building, being bullied by the man. "You're working with the Cigerette Smoking Man, aren't you?" I angrily asked one day. "I ask the questions, you idiot punk!" snapped the man, kicking me in the kneecap. "And I want to know where that tape is." he said as he took something out of a drawer. He had been roughing me up everyday for the entire time I had been there, and it was getting more and more frequent. Now he was taking a dentistry drill out of the drawer! Oh, why couldn't that damn Tawaba have eaten me. No, I had to live. I had to find Samantha, I had to find The Truth. Suddenly, the man was coming at me with the whirling dentist drill. I shut my mouth tight as possible, but he pryed it open with a small crowbar, and started to drill. My screams echoed through the hills as tears streamed down my face.

Just then, the door burst open. It was, would you believe, Krycek. He shot the man dead, and quickly untied me from the chair. "Krycek! What the hell are YOU doing here??" I asked. "Mulder, I saw that damn fake photo that they made up. They had to pay for that one. So I decided to foil their plans. I found out where you were and I decided to rescue you." Krycek said. "Great," I thought, "of all the people I could have been rescued by..." I noticed then that Krycek was bloody and ripped up. "What happened to you?" I asked. "I don't...I don't exactly know. I was in the forest on my way over here, and this damn....deformed bear...or something...jumped me and started slashing at me." Krycek said.

I knew immediately that it was Tawaba. My heart leapt and I couldn't help but smile a teary eyed smile. Tawaba was alive. Tawaba was alive! "Luckily, I had my trusty gun with me." Krycek said, patting his gun. My jaw dropped open. "NOW YOU'VE KILLED TAWABA?!?!?" I exclaimed, furiously. I grabbed Krycek by the collar, rammed him against the wall, and drove a fist into his gut. "No....he got away..." Krycek wheezed. "You're just saying that!" I wailed. "No, really Mulder, I tried to shoot it, but it knocked the gun away and I only winged it on the shoulder! I guess the noise and pain frightened it, 'cus then that thing ran off into the woods." Krycek said, wiggling out of my loosened grasp. I sighed, wanting to believe it was true. "Let's get the fuck out of here." Krycek said, and we both bolted out the door.

Krycek and I ran. We ran and ran. And then we ran some more. And then we collapsed from the physical strain we were under. Krycek went over to a stream and cleaned himself up, although he missed a few spots of dirt on his forhead(I didn't tell him). It was getting dark, and we decided to sleep there in the forest, and make the rest of the trip back into town tomorrow. We sat there on the ground, as the misquitoes started to come out.

We heard a twig snap and we both jumped. Krycek patted his gun. "Don't worry, Mulder. If that thing comes back, I'll blow it away." he said. "No, you won't, Krycek. If you do, I'll kill you." I said. Krycek pulled a couple of blankets out of his backpack and we curled up seperately and slowly fell asleep.

Meanwhile, Scully was asleep when she had a dream about me. In it, I was hovering above a forest, scorching the tops of trees, and howling. "Scully..." I said to her in the dream, "Scully, I shall return. The letter and photo were fakes, like you thought. I was kidnapped, but I'm coming back. Man, this thorn twig I'm lying on really hurts." and then Scully woke up, shaking. And then she stopped shaking, and she was comforted. She knew that her dream was the truth.