Mulder was already sitting in his car, driving speedily to Scully'sapartment.

　　All he could think about was what he'd found in the basement of Sixty-sixExeter Street. Tooms has Scully's necklace. That could mean only one thing:

　　Scully was going to be the fifth victim.

　　Mulder reached for his cellular phone  and dialed Scully's number.

　　Scully's phone rang and rang and rang. "Come on, Scully," he muttered .

　　"Answer!"But all he heard was the sound of her phone ringing endlessly. Somehowthis alarmed him even more than seeing Scully's necklace in Tooms'sapartment.

　　Mulder tried Scully's number again, and then he threw down the phoneand hit the gas pedal hard . He hoped he wasn't too late.

　　There was, in fact, a reason why Scully wasn't answering. She didn'tanswer because her phone never rang: someone had cut the wires to herphone.

　　For a second, panic froze every muscle in Scully's body. I'm alone in theapartment with Tooms. Her heart hammered  a rhythm of terror throughher veins. Tooms is hunting me.

　　She ordered herself to take a deep breath. The panic broke and instincttook over. She raced for the bedroom. She had to get her gun.

　　She'd left only one light on in the room. The rest of the bedroom was dark.

　　Tooms could be anywhere. In her closet. Under the bed. Crouching in theshadows. Please, she thought, don't let him be in here.

　　Frantically she looked for the gun. She forced herself to think calmly.

　　Where had she left it? She knew she'd brought the gun home from work. Inher bag. The gun was still in ............