Scully had decided that the hotel was not the place to stay if she wanted to find out more about what had happened to her. It was probably more likely that people in the town knew something--a shadowy crime figure, maybe a kidnapping ring that had been going on for years but went unnoticed due to the lack of common factors in those abducted. Or was there a common factor that she wasn't seeing?
She ended up in a grocery store somehow, browsing idly. For a small town they had a nice selection of the healthier things, the specialty items. She poked through the vegetable section idly, studied the contents of the freezers. She couldn't see anything she wanted that she couldn't get at the hotel, though. They even had a good choice of breakfast cereals. And she knew the vending machines had candy.
She was halfway out of the door of the store when her cellphone went off, and she pulled it out, checked the caller ID, and nearly dropped the phone when she saw it read Mulder. She'd transferred his number when she upgraded to her new phone, on the off chance he'd ever call her. She had been about to flip it open when the call suddenly cut off, and she felt her heart sink abruptly. But maybe it meant...
She stopped on a street corner and, with slightly shaky hands, she opened the phone and hit the speed-dial for Mulder. She pressed the phone to her ear, exhaled, and tried not to hope.