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She stood in the living room of her childhood home. The beautifully decorated Christmas tree filled the room with a gentle light, its scent a pleasant sensation. It was early in the morning, the house was warm and it was very quiet still. She heard movement on the stairs.
"Dana?"
"Morning Mom," she smiled.
Her mother walked towards her, touched her arm gently, then stood beside her silently taking in the warm glow of the tree. Scully looked at her mother, then at the tree again and smiled.
Beep-beep-beep beep-beep-beep. Scully opened her eyes and turned her head to where the sound was coming from until she recognised the numbers on her alarm clock with slightly blurry vision. 7.15am. Time to get up. For another day of trying to find the Truth, or Bigfoot or the Sasquatch - or Elvis, she wouldn't mind that.
She had had a dream, but she couldn't remember it now, but something told her it had been a good one for once. She smiled and got up to get ready.