Who: Fox Mulder and OTA Dean Winchester What: Random meeting When: Friday, September 19th. Afternoon Where: Around London Rating: TBD
He was lost. There was no two ways about it. Fox Mulder glanced around, trying to place any of the buildings to try to get his bearings. Nothing was close to resembling what he'd seen from the window of what he assumed was to be his room.
Yesterday hadn't started off good, waking up in a strange bed, a bed period, with the boxes of case files and other assorted work materials stacked to the ceiling gone. His porn was gone as well. But yet, it was definitely his clothes that were hanging in the closet, his sheets that had been on the bed, and his basketball that was laying on the floor by the door.
His first order had been trying to call AD Skinner, and hadn't been able to call out. Same thing with Scully. Well, if his cell was on the fritz, maybe he could try using the computer that was in the room. No such luck there, though he had managed to discover that he wasn't the only one that the strange phenomenon had happened to.
Mass abduction?
He quickly disregarded that theory, steady going through his sunflower seeds as he read, occasionally sharpening a pencil and lodging it in the ceiling. And then... he was out of pencils. He could do without, perhaps, for a bit, but, he also had other supplies that he needed to get. How was he supposed to get any sleep without his usual... ambient noise from the tv? So, he'd gone out, finally coming across what he needed. Now, with arms loaded with sandwich supplies, pencils, and porn, he was ready to head back, only he had no idea where 'back' was. "Where are you when I need you most, Scully?" he mumbled to himself.