The Maryland side of the Causeway, Tuesday evening

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Scully had visited her mom, then had coffee with Mulder. He didn't recognize the names of about a half-dozen of their co-workers, and about as many case suspects. But he believed her. He walked her back to the Causeway after they'd finished talking, the sunset lowering over the Bay

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Claudia was currently arguing with the Portalocity website, which continued to insist that to get to Geneva, she'd first have to spend Thanksgiving in Azerbaijan. The phone was a pleasant distraction.

"Scully. What's up?"

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"I'm stuck!" Scully sounded pissed. Probably to cover the fear. "I'm at the end of the Causeway in Baltimore, and it won't let me cross!"

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"What?" That was Claudia's less-than-pleased voice. "No. That's not allowed. No."

Because saying that would totally fix it.

"Do you want me to come get you?" Could she come get her?

[showmetheproof]

"Can you?" Scully asked, biting her lip. "I can keep trying from here, but, maybe it'll let me across with more people trying."

Yeah, that was it.