“Are you telling me aliens were responsible for bringing you back to life in that morgue back in 1976?”
“That’s precisely what I’m telling you. They saved me from terminal cancer. But first I was to be subjected to incubation inside the ice. The ice on the same lake where they found Jimmy. The ice-induced death. Dying and the death process is a necessary component of the healing. Don’t ask me why or how it works, it’s just that you are required to die under the ice in order that you live again. It’s the same thing that happened with Jimmy. With many, many people, not just over the decades, but all throughout mankind. Men have been required to die in order that they might live.”
Scully turned to me.
“Mulder, do you realize what he’s describing here?”
I nodded, because the realization hit me even before she posed the question.
“Jesus Christ,” I said. “He was killed on the cross and rose again three days later. Just like the good Reverend here. Just like Jimmy. But then, I don’t recall Christ being baptized in a frozen lake in the middle of Palestine.”
“The story is very similar all the same,” she said.
“Like I keep saying, Scully,” I said. “Miracles. Only it appears that miracles aren’t just God given. They’re extraterrestrially derived.”
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