11:17 PM Somewhere outside of Area 51
Scully awoke to what sounded vaguely like popcorn popping. The sound was familiar to her but still half-asleep, it took her awhile to realize it was the sound of rain beating against the roof of the car. She looked at the car clock – 11:21. But something was wrong. The clock never looked like that to her. It was the wrong angle for the shotgun seat. Continue reading “Switched” »