-- His wife and son were /dead/, and he was happy, and the guilt of that, the weight of guilt that came with the thought that /maybe/ --

-- he could consider moving on, letting go, was, if he thought about it, almost certainly responsible for the rush of air from his lungs --

-- as he let his thoughts drift to Dana Scully, and smile.} --

-- "Watch it, jackass!" {Jolting at the snap from a surly tourist he'd almost plowed straight into, he looked up and wished he hadn't, --

-- stomach twisting at the pale gold aura surrounding the woman, foretelling her imminent death. How the hell do you snap back at someone --

-- who's about to die? 'Piss off, oh and by the way, tell Saint Peter I say 'sup?' --

-- Probably not.} --

-- Sorry. {Muttering a half hearted apology, he glanced away, attention caught by the warm red lettering of The Pie Hole; inhaling as --

-- a gust from the bakery's vents brought the warm scent of apple pie across the street. --

-- Pie. Yes. That was just the thing. Carefully crossing to the bakery entrance, a small smile stealing over his face at the faux crust --

-- acting as a canopy, he pushed open the door, brow lifting at the sight of Chuck Charles} Hi. Do you remember me? Abe? With Scully --

-- and Mulder? {Blinking at the pale blue aura surrounding the fresh faced girl, he furrowed his brow, sinking heavily to a seat at the --

-- counter} I smelled the apple pie and... huh. {Blue? Blue was... /different/. He'd learned his lesson about interfering, but /maybe/ --

-- blue instead of gold was a sign. Was Chuck Charles in trouble? Had she come close to death?} This is going to sound weird, but... --

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