[It's one of the few times since all this started that she wakes up in the night feeling normal. Or...as close to normal as she can get. The point is that it's dark inside and out, and rested, and she's on the hard floor, but she doesn't wake up terrified. She's safe. After rolling over onto her knees, she sighs because he's safe, too. Well. Of course he is, if he was able to set all this up for her. Guiltily, Ryder realizes that the relief is a little more for the fact that she's getting something from him yet again when she had nothing for him in return. When did he sneak this through? Surely not just seconds ago. It couldn't possibly be the littlest of little pushes she'd needed to wake up.]
Only injury is to my ego. [Her voice is dry, but audible through the door.] Goddamn miracle.
[Let's see... Pen, pen...]
Gotta ask how the hell he did all this... Fuck, I wanted to know what the deal is with animals hating him, too. Don't they know he's spooky godfather? Agent Mulder was 'Spooky', too, and everyone loved him. Well, he's David Duchovny, of course people love him.
[Maybe it's the weird hour, or maybe it's finally being back in something resembling home. Maybe it's the idiotic brush with death! Whatever the reason for her free rambling, it doesn't really matter.]
God, I wanted to be Scully, though... Queequeg got done so dirty. Bet he would've liked helpful spooky godfathers. Shit, what was I writing?
[It's only soft, infrequent expletives from there until she slips her reply under the door. And then realizes that she could have opened the door.
...
It was more fun this way. Like a secret agent. Ryder the apocalypse spy. Spypocalypse.]
I'm okay. Just did something stupid. You've done too much for me to be sorry about anything. Glad you're okay. Hope I didn't fuck anything up for you. Is this yours? Nice magnets if so.
[Probably the only good thing about the fridge, now. Whoops.
...Wait, shit! Another note follows.]
How come animals don't like you? I think dogs hating people is a bad person thing but you seem nice on paper. Scully or Mulder?
no subject
Only injury is to my ego. [Her voice is dry, but audible through the door.] Goddamn miracle.
[Let's see... Pen, pen...]
Gotta ask how the hell he did all this... Fuck, I wanted to know what the deal is with animals hating him, too. Don't they know he's spooky godfather? Agent Mulder was 'Spooky', too, and everyone loved him. Well, he's David Duchovny, of course people love him.
[Maybe it's the weird hour, or maybe it's finally being back in something resembling home. Maybe it's the idiotic brush with death! Whatever the reason for her free rambling, it doesn't really matter.]
God, I wanted to be Scully, though... Queequeg got done so dirty. Bet he would've liked helpful spooky godfathers. Shit, what was I writing?
[It's only soft, infrequent expletives from there until she slips her reply under the door. And then realizes that she could have opened the door.
...
It was more fun this way. Like a secret agent. Ryder the apocalypse spy. Spypocalypse.]
I'm okay. Just did something stupid.
You've done too much for me to be sorry about anything.
Glad you're okay. Hope I didn't fuck anything up for you.
Is this yours? Nice magnets if so.
[Probably the only good thing about the fridge, now. Whoops.
...Wait, shit! Another note follows.]
How come animals don't like you?
I think dogs hating people is a bad person thing but you seem nice on paper.
Scully or Mulder?