Standing in the shadow of a large living room. Cracking a trademark sunflower seed between his teeth. Clicking his cell phone off. Putting his headphones on.
MULDER The element of a beautiful score, Scully. Random acts of unpredictability. If we fail to anticipate the unforeseen or expect the unexpected in a universe of infinite possibilities, we find ourselves at the mercy of anyone or anything that cannot be programmed, categorized or easily referenced...
Mulder has adjusted himself ever more into his living room chair, where he sails his sunflower seeds into the air. Dusting his hands off as if lost in a wistful through for just a moment.
The sounds of Mark Snow's music envelopes the room.