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It's supposedly a great truth that when facing death your entire life flashes before your eyes.
I'm here to tell you that's a total lie.
All I saw was a headline - 'FBI Agent's Death Attributed To Bovine Interference.'
Of all the ways I've thought I might die, and believe me I've got a long list, Death By Cow wasn't one of them.
I mean, one minute you're busy unraveling the mysteries of a dark conspiracy that reaches into the hearts of every man, woman, and child and the next minute you're providing Ol' Bessie with a soft landing.
It's just not fair.
I glance up at the mirror and frown. Damn. Is that a grey hair?
"Mulder, for the second time, would you hurry up and get in here? It's cold."
I can't resist a grin. Leave it to Scully to remind me of the one bright spot in all this.
She's smart like that.