She pulled in a sharp breath at the sound of his voice, nearly dropped the phone, but managed to hold onto it. It was him. It was Mulder. He was alive, he was safe--was he here? Or... She had to examine all possibilities. That maybe the Syndicate was faking his voice, that maybe he wasn't alive at all but was being used as a trap for her. But maybe he wasn't. Maybe he wasn't.
"Mulder, it's me," she said into the phone, and then added after a heartbeat, "It's... It's Scully. Mulder..." She swallowed hard and kept her composure through sheer force of will. "Where are you? Are--are you in Eureka Springs?" She might have been playing right into the Syndicate's hands, but suddenly, she didn't care. She didn't care about anything anymore--just finding Mulder. Seeing Mulder.