Scully's eyes snapped open. What...? Had
it all been a dream? But it had seemed so real, not to
mention appealing. Yet here she was, snuggled beneath her
blue comforter in the safety of her home. No black leather
boots. No wimples or steely blades. Her memory of the
Warrior Nun was so vivid and the nun's words had struck a
chord in her. As she drifted back to sleep, Scully thought
she just might implement some of the Order's ideas into her
own life. With a bit of the warrior nun in her heart, Mulder
would be wise to watch his step in the future.
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