Memories canít change. Memories canít
go away. You either deal with them and move on, or ignore them and
remain in the past. In order to survive what the aliens have done
and whatever plans they may have in the future, I must face my demons
and win. My life depends on it. Knowleís life depends on it, and most
important to me, Danaís life depends on it.
I couldnít save John for her. I owe her everything.
Iíve got to protect her. Iíd give my life for hers.
I see her. Sheís standing in front of me
about twenty feet away. Her mouth moves, sheís saying something to
me. I canít hear or I donít understand.
I look down, thereís a gun in my hand. Unwillingly,
some force raises my arm and aims the gun directly at Scully. Sheís
terrified, but does not move.
You canít miss a stationary target, not with
the Marines training Iíve had.
I click back the hammer and my finger squeezes
Startled awake, Skinner sits up straight. Heís
been sleeping on the dry, dirt ground next to Knowleís Hummer. He
looks aroundÖ whereís Scully? He sees Knowle crouched next to some
pieces of wood and twigs, heís trying to start a fire by hitting two
stones together. The air is too hot and humid for that to work.
Skinner looks to his left, Scully is sitting
at the bank of a river about 70 feet away from him and Knowle. Her
back is to them. Skinner lets out a sigh and tilts his head back to
look up at the sky thatís just beginning to sparkle with starlight.
The heat and humidity has been too much for
Scully lately, and wiggling her toes in the warm river water doesnít
do much to cool her off. She digs her toes into the cool sand beneath
the water in front of her. Sheís wearing blue jean shorts and a white
tank top. Her clothes are very dirty. Her hair is up in a ponytail,
some loose strands fall carelessly around her face. She dips her hand
into the river water and splashes water onto the back of her neck.
She feels a bit dehydrated. Itís been incredibly
hot and she hasnít had a lot of water to drink lately because she
does not want to be wasteful. She should know better, but feels more
water should go to Knowle and Skinner since they do all the hard work.
She glances back at Knowle and Skinner. She
doesnít understand how Knowle can tolerate this heat in his military
fatigues: camouflage army pants and long sleeve shirts. Heís always
dressed as if heíll be in combat any minute. He spoke of his experience
in Saudi Arabia in the first Gulf War, Operation Desert Storm, maybe
the heat theyíve been getting isnít as hot as the heat of the Saudi
Skinnerís more laid back. Sure he wears those
camouflage pants, but in this heat he has the common sense to wear
a white T-shirt.
A small smile forms on her face. They have no
idea how attractive they look decked out in military wear.
Scully stands up, taking a moment to balance
herself from some dizziness she feels. She walks out into the river.
The warm water feels cool on her heated skin. Sheíd do anything for
a cold shower complete with shampoo, and body wash. She glances behind
her again. Neither Knowle nor Skinner are looking in her direction
She unbuttons her jean shorts and removes them,
tossing them up on the river bank. She peels off her tank top and
tosses it too. She keeps her white bra and panties on as she ventures
out deeper into the water.
Skinner looks over at her, needing to keep an
eye on her. The world is not safe anymore. He picks up his rifle and
unlocks it, he holds it just in case he needs to use it to protect
her. He feels obligated to her because he blames himself for Johnís
Knowle quickly glances at Scully.
She ought to be more careful.
Shouldnít be takiní a swim
without one of us there with her.
He hits the two rocks together again. Still,
Youíd think theyíd take the
time in the Corps to teach this.
I think Dana knows how to do it.
I can get her if you want.
No need, Iím quite capable of
getting a fire started.
Skinner looks at the pile of twigs and
dead leaves, thereís no sign of fire.
Give me time.
Skinner stands up.
Well, while Iím giving you time, Iím
gonna go keep an eye on Dana.
Skinner heads towards Dana, carrying his
rifle with him.
Remember, sheís Johnís girl.
Knowle hits the rocks together again. He
wishes he packed a lighter. He has matches, but refuses to use them
unless absolutely necessary.
Skinner arrives at the riverís edge. Dana hasnít
noticed him yet. He watches her as she holds her breath and goes underwater.
The river water may not be the cleanest, but rinsing sure does feel
good. She resurfaces.
Scully is startled, she gasps and turns
around to face him.
Want me to have Knowle bring
you a clean change of clothes?
No, but thank you. Iíd rather
wear those dirty things until I
canít stand them anymore.
She runs her hands over her wet hair as
she walks out of the water. Skinner does his best to not look at her
in her wet undergarments. He looks to his side, out into the dark
Connecticut forest. Scully picks up her shorts and tank top and puts
them in the water, swirling them around to wash some of the dirt off.
Could you get a blanket so I can
wrap myself in it while my clothes dry off?
Skinner nods his head and heads back to
Knowleís Hummer to retrieve a blanket.
Scully moves her clothes around in the water
to wash them off as best she can. She wishes she had laundry detergent.
She wishes that Knowle would agree to find an abandoned motel for
them to stay in, but he insists that staying away from areas of civilization
is safer. Hiding out in the middle of nowhere makes them more difficult
to find. She knows heís right based on what they witnessed in New
York City. People struggling to survive were taken by the aliens and
for reasons unknown to them.
She feels like an outsider with Knowle and Skinner.
Theyíre trained Marines, both have been in combat before. Skinner
in Vietnam and Knowle in the Gulf. All she has is FBI training, which
is good and all, but not up to par with the Marine CorpsÖ and she
has her medical background. Sheís not trained to handle the weapons
Knowle stole from the Marines, sheíd never be able to hold her own
in hand-to-hand combat against the aliens.
She constantly feels helpless, as if her being
with them serves no purpose except making them bandage up minor wounds.
She doesnít mind being protected by two strong Marines, but what if
something were to happen to them both? Sheíd be defenseless. No one
would be able to protect her.
She wishes she had a picture of John in the
bag she packed when the bees began the alien attack on the planet.
She found a picture of him in his formal Marines uniform, but she
didnít pack it, she kept it out to look at when she was alone in the
basement. She packed pictures of his parents, his brother, his Marine
buddies, her brothers and sister and even one of herself, but none
All she has is her memory of him, and the diamond
engagement ring she wears on her finger. All she has to do is close
her eyes and she can see him. But how soon until his memory begins
to fade? How soon until she canít visualize every line on his forehead?
How soon before she forgets the sound of his voice or the touch of
his skin on her own? Her heart breaks.
She closes her eyes and feels tears surfacing.
She bites her lower lip and opens her eyes. A tear falls down her
face, Johnís not here to wipe it away gently with his thumb. Sheíll
never feel his touch again and it kills her inside to know this.
She hears Skinner returning. She wipes her tear
away with the back of her hand. She doesnít want him and Knowle to
know how much pain sheís in since she found out John died when the
aliens attacked his bunker two months ago.
Hereís a blanket.
Scully turns around and forces a smile
through her pain. She stands and takes the blanket from Skinner. She
wraps it around her body and struggles a bit to remove her undergarments.
Look uhÖ Knowle needs your
help getting a fire going.
Doesnít he have matches?
Scully tucks the blanket under her arms,
she picks up her wet clothing.
He does, but doesnít want to use
them incase we need them for something
more important later.
Important? Like what? Itís been
well into 100 degrees.
I donít know, maybe heís hoping
weíll have a cold winter.
After the winter we had last year?
The aliens are regulating the planetís
climate, cold weather weakens them, hot
weather gives them strength.
Skinner looks at her. Her eyes are sad,
and red from crying.
Youíve been crying.
Your eyes. (beat) Youíve been crying.
Scully forces him another fake smile.
Must be water from the river.
(beat) Iím fine.
Scully walks back towards Knowle.
Get that fire started. Iím going
to go find something to eat. Itís
been awhile since weíve had a good meal.
Donít venture out too far.
She walks back up to the Hummer and sets
her wet clothes on the hood to dry. She goes over to Knowle, heís
still trying to get that fire started.
Knowle looks at her.
He said he was going out to find
something to eat. I assume he means
heís off hunting some animal.
He went alone?
Knowle hits the rocks together again. No
Did you put gunpowder on the leaves?
We shouldnít, thatís ammo and you
and I both know how important ammo is.
Then youíre never going to get
a fire started like that.
Knowle sets the rocks down. Sheís right.
Guess weíll have to find a
convenience store and stock up
on matches and lighters.
Knowle stands up and goes to get matches
out of the glove compartment in his Hummer.
EXT. WOODS Ė CONTINUOUS
Skinner walks carefully, his senses heightened.
He holds a hunting knife in one hand and carries his rifle in the
other. The sun has completely set now and visibility is low, he has
only the light of the moon to guide himÖ
My heart is pounding in my chest,
feels like a fucking heart attack. Iím too old to be going through
this shit. The fear I have nowÖ the last time I felt it was in ĎNam,
creeping silently through the hot and humid forest of Vietnam, expecting
a VC attack at any moment. The fucking Gooks always caught us by surprise,
I fear thatís what the aliens will do to me now.
A small animal scurries by me. My instinct
in my paranoia is to drop to the ground and cover my head. I expect
grenades, gunfire, but all I hear is silence.
The calm before the storm. Iím use to silence
before an attack.
A twig snaps behind me. I quickly turn around.
Thereís nothing. I strain my ears and close my eyes. What was that?
Ö face your demons and youíll surviveÖ
Did I just hear someone speak? I donít
In the distance I see a figure move swiftly.
I can make out the shape, it looks human, but moves too quickly to
be human. My eyes strain in the darkness. I should head back to Knowle
and Dana. I shouldnít have come out hunting alone, at night for that
I turn around and start heading back to the
Hummer. My pace quickens. I can feel something following me. Faster
and faster I walk until Iím running. I hear a loud shrieking behind
me. I look behind my shoulder, thereís something chasing me, and itís
no human. I stop, aim my rifle and shoot the figure just before it
can pounce me.
The entity drops to the ground. I look closer
and see that it is Scully, sheís been hit. I blink my eyes, thereís
no way that was Scully chasing me, but here she is at my feet, shot
in the gut.
I kneel down by her side. Blood trickles
from the corner of her mouth.
I canít believe Iíve shot her. Has my
paranoia gotten the better of me?
I drop my knife and take hold of her neck.
I place me palm on her gut and apply
pressure to try to stop the bleeding.
Ö and youíll surviveÖ
Her voice is haunting, it sends shivers
up my spine.
I lean down and put my ear closer to her
mouth. Did she just say what I heard only moments ago in the forest?
She squeezes her eyes shut and winces. Sheís
Danaís arm moves. I look down at her
and places my other hand on her arm.
Honey, donít move. Save your
energy. (whisper) Iím so sorryÖ
I canít believe I shot her. What kind
of a fuck up am I to accidentally shoot her? I should have been in
more control of myself. I shouldnít have been thinking of ĎNam. I
shouldnít have been so paranoid or trigger-happy.
Where the hell is Knowle?
Danaís trying to move her arm again, her
strength is weakening. I canít be responsible for her death too. But
what can I do? I canít call 9-1-1, shit, Dana is the only medic Knowle
and I have. And with the way Knowle seems to always be prepared for
an attack, maybe we ought to spend more time going to places that
are least likely for us to be attacked. I thought for sure Knowle
would want to stay up in New York and I was surprised when he made
the call to go back down to Connecticut because he thought it was
safer here. Hell, obviously theyíre not safe with him, heís shot her
and sheís dying.
I look down at her. The expression on her
face is calm now. Sheís slipping away. Her arm goes limp and her breathing
Shit, no, Dana!
I place both my hands over her heart
and I begin to perform CPR. One, two, three. I place my mouth over
hers to give her oxygen. I taste her blood in my mouth. One, two,
Címon, Dana, donít do this to me.
One, two, three. I press harder on
her chest. This isnít working. I canít cry. I canít believe Iíve killed
her. I pull back, away from her body and I sit on the ground. My hands
are red, soaked in her blood. I canít cry. Iím in shock.
Sounds of war echo in my mind. In ĎNam I
lost a close friend to enemy fire. I tried to save his life as I just
tried to save Danaís, both times I failed.
Why do I feel numb? Why donít I have a reaction
to what is happening? I love her. I swore to myself that Iíd protect
her, for John, and yet she dies from my weapon.
What lesson is a greater power trying to
I stand up and turn around in a full circle.
Thereís noise everywhere: bullets, air craft, helicopters, men yelling,
grenades exploding. My muscles are sore. My eyes are sore. I feel
like I havenít slept in weeks. Adrenaline pumps through my veins,
my heartbeat is fast. Sweat would be dripping off my face if it werenít
for the dust and dirt absorbing the perspiration.
My eyes focus on flames. A village is on
fire. My gut twists and turns with guilt.
I know this place. Iíve seen this before.
What the hell is going on? Why am I back in Vietnam? Am I dreaming?
I look down to the ground where Scully should be, but sheís not there.
Instead I see the body of a child, whose innocence has been lost in
I know that voice. I turn around and
see John Doggett motioning for me to follow him.
John grabs my arm and pulls me along
with him. Weíre running, running fast. My throat burns. Bullets rip
through the ground ahead of us. John jerks me quickly to the left,
out of the line of fire. We hide in thick brush. I look at John, I
canít believe heís here. He shouldnít be, he was only a child when
I served in ĎNam. This isnít real, I realize this, but I struggle
to understand why Iím here, why heís here. Have I gone mad? Am I losing
my mind? Have I, myself, died?
John takes out a radio and speaks into it.
Send in more fucking reinforcements!
John throws the radio to the ground.
It doesnít work. I look out at the other men running for their lives.
So much innocence is lost in times of war. At the time when I was
in ĎNam I never thought of how pointless war is. All the killing,
destruction, pain, lost loved onesÖ all pointless. What of this alien
colonization war? Is there a point? Is there a purpose? What has the
human race done to deserve annihilation? To deserve to be wiped clear
of existence? The aliens have attacked and I donít understand why.
It may take years to understand why and come to terms with all I have
seen since the Marine barracks in North Carolina were destroyed.
Is this real?
Man, I wish I could tell ya youíre
gonna wake up in the arms of the
woman you banged last night, but Iíd
Johnís right. All through ĎNam I wished
it had all been a horrible nightmare, but it wasnít. John looks up
at the smoke-covered sky and then he looks at me with an eerie distance
in his cool blue eyes.
Theyíll do horrible things to her,
you canít let that happen.
All has fallen silent around us. Johnís
voice is haunting. His warning repeats inside my mind: ďTheyíll do
horrible things to her, you canít let that happen.Ē He must be speaking
of Dana. Has he found a way to reach me beyond the grave in order
to protect her? That must be what this is. In death, your spirit knows
everything, including future events. What is it I have to save Dana
from? Before I can ask him, I hear a gunshot break the silence. John
falls to the ground. Heís been shot. Not again. Why canít my life
be taken instead of my friendís?
I did three tours in ĎNam and each tour was
progressively worse than the others. Yet, I always came back alive.
I nearly died once, but I came back. There must be a reason I didnít
die and maybe that reason is to save Dana, to protect her. Maybe thatís
what John came to tell me.
I look at John. Heís not breathing, thereís
nothing I can do to help him. This isnít real. This isnít a flashback,
this isnít a nightmare. Iím all too aware this is happening. I need
to snap out of this and help Dana. Johnís been dead for two months,
Danaís bleeding now, been shot in the gut by me no less.
I look back at the smoke and flames. In ĎNam
my platoon was given orders to burn down countless villages. The homes
of the innocent, those only trying to live their lives day-by-day
in a war-torn country, those lives were lost. They became unwilling
victims of the war. Men I my platoon would brag about the conquests
they made with the women of the villages. Sick men, each and every
single one of them. But am I any better? I Looked innocent men in
the eyes and pulled the trigger of my rifle. I set fire to homes.
I even killed innocent children, one for my own selfish reasons so
I wouldnít have to hear her cry for her dead mommy.
For years I had nightmares of what I had
done. Iíve never forgiven myself. I chose never to deal with it.
The noise has returned around me, louder
than before. More death and carnage. It bothers me, clouds my thinking.
I canít think straight, I canít function like I should in all this
chaos. Iím amazed Iíve survived this long in alien colonization. My
purpose, Iíve decided, is to protect Dana. She hasnít said it, but
she feels helpless to Knowle and I, she still hurts from Johnís death.
I see myself in the distance. Itís surreal.
My heart skips a beat as I watch myself aim my rifle at a crying child.
A selfish moment. I remember it as if it
I watch myself kill the child in cold blood.
SMASH CUT TO: BLACK
EXT. KNOWLEíS HUMMER Ė 9:40 P.M.
Despite the heat, Knowle finally got a fire
started. Scully and Knowle are sitting near the fire, Scullyís giving
him Ďthe lookí.
Iím fine as I am.
I think youíd feel better if
you washed up. Now take off your
clothes and go rinse off in the river.
Thatís quite all right, Dana.
Thereís no need for me to be
removing my clothes in front of a lady.
Then pretend Iím your doctor. Iíve
bandaged you up enough lately. (beat)
Youíve been wearing those same fatigues
for over a monthÖ you smell.
Knowle gives her a look.
My body odor is bothering you?
Maybe thatís why Skinner left
to hunt in the woods alone.
Knowle looks away from her and stares into
Where is he anyway? Heís been
gone an awful long time.
Iím sure if something is wrong
weíd hear it, the aliens arenít
exactly quiet when they show up.
Knowle laughs and shakes his head.
Aliens. (beat) Iím open-minded,
I believed there were other life forms
in the universe, but that wordÖ
íaliensíÖ seems like bad science fiction.
I know, I used to work on a project
set out to try to prevent this from
happening. I saw aliens, but still
rolled my eyes whenever anyone would
talk about aliens or space ships.
The government was very successful
in covering up the Roswell crash in
1947 by making all witnesses sound
like scifi nerds.
In retrospect, maybe concealing the fact
aliens exist was a bad idea. Maybe things
would have been different if the government
informed the people of the truth. Maybe
we could have been better prepared.
We canít look back to move forward.
Knowle stands up and goes to his Hummer
and opens the door. He comes back to Scully and hands her a bottle
You havenít had water all day.
I donít want you to get dehydrated.
Iím fine. (beat) You and Skinner need
water more than I do. My body holds
more water than a manís body. Iím fine.
Donít make me force feed you the water.
Donít make me give you a bath in the river.
Youíre being ridiculous.
And you refused to light a fire
with matches for nearly an hour.
Remember what I told you about
being in the Gulf? (beat) Would
you drink the damn water.
Scully doesnít say anything back, heís
raised his voice with her and seems angry with her, maybe frustration,
sometimes she canít differentiate between the two when she doesnít
know the person well enough. He yelled at her in New York after she
She takes the bottle of water from him.
You need to get more sleep, Knowle,
your patience with me is thin. AndÖ
I really think a dip in the river
could help too.
He gives her a look, he doesnít like being
told what to do.
Iím drinking water, you go
wash up. Itís a fair deal.
She takes another drink from the bottle
and smiles at him.
Youíre determined to win this
one, arenít you?
Good, his tone isnít as angry. He smiles
and starts removing his clothing. Scully smiles and watches him.
You donít have to undress in front
of me, waterís a good place to
rinse off clothing too.
You gonna be ok here, alone
Give me a gun I can handle and
the keys to the Hummer and I should
be all right. (beat) Seems like a
calm night and we havenít heard space
ships in the past couple days.
Knowle takes a gun and hands it to her.
Should be close to the FBI
standard issue. Know how to work this one?
Scully looks at the handgun, itís just
like the one John had at home, close to the ones that the FBI issued
its Special Agents.
John had one just like this at home.
Her eyes glistening, she looks Knowle in
I can handle it if I must.
Knowle nods his head. He walks past her,
placing a comforting hand on her shoulder, he squeezes her gently
and makes his way down to the river.
EXT. WOODS Ė CONTINUOUS
Skinner sits on the ground, his back leaning
against the trunk of a tree. His rifle is at his side.
I keep replaying the murder of that
young child over and over again in my head. I selfishly murdered that
child when I was in Vietnam. The crying, the screamingÖ it was all
too much for me to handle.
Itís like a month ago when we were in New
York. If I hadnít been selfish in saving my own ass, maybe that little
girl Knowle tried to save, could have been saved. If only I had taken
a second to take her as I ran back to the Hummer, but I didnít and
Knowle couldnít keep a grip on her and she was taken, probably dead
now. Another pointless death. A death I could have prevented.
I hear someone walking behind me. I grab
my rifle and stand. I see Scully, sheís still wrapped in a blanket.
She surprises me, throws me off-guard,
when she wraps her arms around my neck, the blanket falling off her
now naked body, and she kisses me. Oh God sheís kissing me, and it
feels so good. She tastes so good. Iíve kissed women after Dana and
I broke up years ago, but none of them ever compared to her. I selfishly
take advantage of the situation. I know I shouldnít. Sheís Johnís
I place my rough hand on her bare lower back
and press her delicate breasts against my thin white T-shirt. I feel
her nipples grow hard against me. I feel myself getting aroused by
her. I kiss her back passionately. I shouldnít. Sheís Johnís girl,
and he hasnít even been dead over two months.
Before I know it weíre horizontal, her legs
spread wide and Iím inside her. She hasnít said a word. I place my
hand roughly on her breast and give her a little squeeze. I know she
likes that. She moans approval. Oh God, she moans because of me.
I thrust against her and resist saying ďturtleĒ
in hope sheíll respond with ďeekĒ. I know she doesnít like that. She
presses her hands on my chest and rolls me onto my back and straddles
me, her center grinds against mine. I run my hands down her back and
hold onto her soft ass, helping her thrust against me. I moan and
turn my head to the side.
My eyes fly open. Weíre not in the forest.
Scullyís muscles tighten around me as she
climaxes, her muscles squeeze me tight and I orgasm, releasing my
semen inside of her. She giggles playfully, a girly giggle.
Youíre pretty good for an old man.
I look at her. She looks younger. I look
around again at my surroundings. Iím at home, not my home in D.C.,
the home I shared with Sharon when we were married. I lived here several
years after our divorce in 1984. The earliest it could be would be
1988, I first slept with Dana when I taught poetry at her high school,
her Senior year. This is definitely before I moved to D.C. to work
at FBI Headquarters.
Dana carelessly rolls off my body and lies
next to me. In retrospect this is wrong. In 1988 I was 36 years old
and Dana was 18. Sheís half my age. Iím nearing 60 and sheís in her
mid-30s now. When you look at it like that I really must have seemed
like a dirty old man. She was legal when we first had sex, but she
was so young. I feel ashamed.
I feel Dana fingering my chest hair. I look
down at her.
Iím sorryÖ youíre not that old.
She kisses me on the cheek and I remember
why I was attracted to her in the first place. Sheís light-hearted,
carefree. After ĎNam I felt years older, with her I feel younger.
She doesnít know the hell I went through in ĎNam. In a way I used
Dana to escape having to deal with everything I did, everything I
Sharon and I married in 1973 when I returned.
She wanted to help me, but I was more concerned with forgetting ĎNam
ever happened. I loved Sharon, I always will in some way. I screwed
up my marriage by fooling around with other women, anytime I felt
Sharon and I could grow closer Iíd excuse myself from the room and
ignore it. She found out about the other women and left me. I donít
Once Dana and I hooked up when she got to
the FBI and we started dating again, I was asked to keep close tabs
on her by the Smoking Man. I did as I was asked and fell in love with
her. To this day she is the only woman Iíve let get close to me.
Once Dana and I were engaged the second time,
I got scared, I had been married once and I wasnít ready to marry
again. I couldnít tell her this so I did something I know would tear
us apart. I had an affair with Marita Covarrubias. I wanted to protect
myself from my fear of letting someone get close to me, again, I was
selfish, only thinking of myself, not her feelings.
Then after we ended and I realized she and
John werenít just a phase, but were in loveÖ I realized I want what
they had with each other, a true, deep connection, the ability to
work through their problems, love each other through thick and thin.
When I saw them together I finally realized
what I had lost, her heart, her love. Then again John brought out
the best in her, opened her heart in ways I never did and never could.
Whatcha thinkiní about?
She kisses my shoulder.
Life, I guess.
I have no idea what to tell her, I canít
possibly tell her what Iím really thinking, thoughÖ this canít really
What about life?
Iím going to Las Vegas with
Alex this summer, gonna be a stripper.
I donít know what to say to that.
Itís actually rather selfish of
Alex, wanting to use me to make
You think heíll get famous?
Probably not, but he hopes so.
So heís selfish?
Most of the time unless it comes to Marita.
Do you think Iím selfish?
She looks at me with wide eyes, that
can only mean ďyesĒ. I feel ashamed. In her eyes, what have I been
Youíre a very lovely person, Walter.
She rests her head on my chest and I
wonder what did I do back then that was selfish. She lets out a heavy
sigh that says a lot more about her true thoughts than her words.
Iím left to wonder-
Ö face your demons and youíll surviveÖ
All this Ďtraveling back in timeí, itís
facing my demons. ĎNam, sleeping with Dana to escape actual intimacyÖ
itís all selfish. Iím selfish.
Once in ĎNam I was injured badly, felt I
couldnít move. Another Marine fell nearly 60 feet away from me, needed
help, needed his leg to stop bleeding out. I felt death upon me and
had accepted my fate was the same as his as I watched him die, begging
for me to save him. I could have, I should have, but I was selfish,
didnít want to feel anymore pain so I chose not to help him, not to
save his life.
Maybe my demons arenít selfishness, but instead
not facing my past, not growing with it. Iíve watched Dana grow stronger
with John, she was weaker than I was before he entered her life. Sheís
faced her demons and has come out a stronger person.
The shrieking of an alien being breaks my
thoughts and I sit up quickly. Iím back in the forest and Scully is
nowhere in sight. I grab my rifle and stand, Iím not going to find
any food tonight and considering these memories I keep going back
toÖ flashbacks, dreams, whatever they are, Iíd rather be with Knowle
I head toward the left, thatís the direction
the Hummer is at.
I reflect back on Monica Reyes. She has psychic
abilities. Iíve read case reports by Mulder saying that extraterrestrials
have psychic abilities and can communicate telepathically. Iíve read
in books that people, abductees, have reported aliens to take them
into the past, sometimes into the future. Were the aliens controlling
my mind? Have I been taken and not know it yet?
What do the aliens want with the men, women
and children I saw them take up in New York? I thought they came here
to annihilate us, but in New York I didnít see them kill anyone, just
take them away.
I hear movement behind me. Iím being hunted.
I pick up my pace, it picks up its pace. I run. Iím a goner, I donít
even know where the Hummer is. I donít hear running behind me and
suddenly I feel it, razor-sharp claws dig into my back, tearing my
skin and muscle. I fight as best I can to get the damn thing off me.
I somehow find the strength to pin the alien to the ground. I grab
my rifle and pound the muzzle deep into its neck, killing it.
I fall onto the ground in pain. I can feel
blood oozing from my wounds. Iím going to bleed to death. Knowle doesnít
now where I am, Dana doesnít know where I am. Iím alone and Iím dying.
Ö and youíll surviveÖ
I want to yell out at the voice that
I keep hearing. Face my fucking demons and Iíll survive. Right, Iíve
faced my demons this whole time and now Iím wounded and bleeding to
I hear water, the river. Iím near the river.
I must not have realized I was running towards the water when I was
being chased. I think for a moment about that movie, ďSignsĒ, water
killed the aliens in that movie, I wonder if that is true in real
life. I laugh at myself, here I am dying and thinking about a movie.
I see a man floating in the river, his face
in the water. Poor bastard, drowned. I roll onto my wounded back and
want to die.
But I canít. For Dana, Iím meant to survive,
to find strength to protect her. John Doggett told me to do so or
theyíll do horrible things to her. If he knew this from the grave,
I need to take heed of the warning. I sit up, I should check to see
if the man in the river is dead or not. If I can help him, save his
life, then I shouldnít accept death as my fate. That would be selfish.
And if thereís anything Iíve learned tonight, itís that being selfish
has gotten me nowhere.
I struggle through agonizing pain to stand
up. I feel my blood trickle down my back. I stagger to the river and
wade out to the man and turn him onto his back, itís Knowle.
I grab the big guy underneath his armpits
and I drag him to shore. Scully must have talked him into washing
up in the river, I can only guess that the river current pulled him
under and got the best of him. I ignore my own pain to try to help
him. I check for a pulse, heís got one, itís faint.
I clear his mouth with my fingers and administer
Iíve been facing death and guilt all day.
Dealing with my selfishness. If I save him, Iím gonna do my best to
survive the attack I endured. If Iím going to survive the alien war,
I need to stop being selfish about my own survival.
Címon, Knowle, come to.
He coughs and spits up water. Thank God.
Take it easy, Knowle, I practically
brought you back from the dead.
Knowle nods his head and lies back down.
I saved him.
What happened to you?
Got attacked. (beat) Danaís gonna
have to work a miracle to get
me patched up.
I feel dizzy and cold. Iíve lost a lot
of blood. I fall to the ground next to Knowle, Iím not going to make
I saw John DoggettÖ he told meÖ
he told me that theyíll do horrible
things to her and-
- You canít let it happen.
I watch Knowle sit up, heís fine as if
he hadnít almost drowned to death. He pushes me onto my stomach and
I feel him place his hand on my back. I feel a sensation Iíve never
felt before. The pain in my back is fading, my skin tingles with what
feels like electricity. I feel this sensation until there is no more
pain. I feel fine.
I roll onto my back to face Knowle, to ask
him what the hell he just did. Heís not there. Iím alone, again. I
reach behind myself and feel my back, itís healed.
I donít even know what to think. Howíd that
Enough is enough, Iím not stopping until
I find the Hummer. I run away from the river. Knowle and Dana have
to be close, I can feel it.
EXT. KNOWLEíS HUMMER Ė 10:30 P.M.
Scully is roasting a marshmallow on a stick
over the fire. Sheís dressed again in her jean shorts and her white
tank top. Her hair is down, still wet from her dip in the river.
Suddenly Scully hears ďBillie JeanĒ, Michael
Jackson, come from the stereo in Knowleís Hummer. She looks over and
Knowle is approaching her.
One of my favorite tunes from the 80s.
Just as long as we donít listen
to his love songs, those creep me out.
I hear ya.
Feel better now that youíve washed up?
Yeah. (beat) Can you moonwalk?
Scully pops a marshmallow into her mouth.
You know, the dance step
Michael Jackson created.
I know what it is.
Can you do it?
Never tried. (amused) Can you?
Check it out.
And Knowle does the Moonwalk and mouths
off the words to ďBillie JeanĒ.
Youíre really good at that.
Iím even better.
Scully looks over and sees Skinner returning
to Ďcampí. Scully smiles at him. Heís been gone a long time, she was
starting to worry about him.
Letís see you do it, Helmet.
Thatís all right. Iíve worn
myself out trying to find food.
Didnít find anything, huh?
No, heat must be killing off
wildlife or something.
Knowle stashed away some marshmallows
thatís what Iíve been eating.
Skinner sits down next to Scully.
Itís late, why donít you two catch
some Zs. Iíll stay up and keep
watch. You especially, Knowle, you need your rest.
Iím fine. I make sure I sleep
as much as I need to go on.
Scully stands up and goes to the Hummer
to retrieve a pillow and blanket to sleep on top of. She lies the
blanket on the ground, itís large enough for two people to lie on.
Grab a pillow, Knowle.
She lies down knowing she was lucky to
get Knowle to wash off earlier, sheíd be luckier in the unlikely event
that heíd actually try to sleep and let someone else keep watch.
Iím gonna check over the Hummer,
make sure sheís ok before tomorrow.
I think weíll need to set up camp
someplace else and hopefully find
some wildlife to have for a meal.
Knowle walks away from Skinner and Scully.
Scully looks at Skinner.
You know you can probably get
some sleep with him staying up.
Iíve had an interesting night.
I think Iíll be more comfortable
staying up watching over you.
Scully looks at him. Usually heíd jump
on the chance to get some sleep. She wonders what kind of interesting
night heís had.
I watch Scully roll onto her back
and stare up into the night sky. I know the look on her face means
that sheís thinking of him and how heís watching over her from above.
Do I ever tell her I saw him in my dreams or flashback and that he
told me to watch over her? And what is it exactly that Iím supposed
to protect her from? The aliens? But if the chip in her neck has been
removed, how could they track her? What could they want with her?
I also wonder what it was out there that
took me back to face demons that I have been ignoring for years. Problems
I never wanted to admit existed. What saved my life after I was attacked
or was that imagined? I have no way of knowing for sure, my back is
I look away from Scully and stare into the
Perhaps tonight was meant to prepare me for
worse things to come. Now that Iíve faced some of my demons, Iíll
be more likely to keep my head together to protect and to survive.