Disclaimed in part 1. Dogged Determination V: Watched Over by Rhondda Lake (part 2/?) Dog tired ---------------------- In the sparse comfort of an anonymous hotel room just outside of Millen, Georgia, Mulder was typing up the end of his report with furious jabs of his fingers. He was SUPPOSED to have been out of here yesterday. Their suspect was dead. There had been no more instances of Spontaneous Human Combustion. Case closed. But their damned flight had been canceled. *CRACK* Mulder's head shot up to glare at his partner. She was twirling the string of pink bubble gum around her finger and popping it back in her mouth. She looked over at him and smiled. She knew she was annoying him, and reveling in it. What the hell did he do to deserve this? *CRACK* Another burst bubble, another string of gum. [339 lines left ... full text available at <url:http://www.reference.com/cgi-bin/pn/go?choice=message&table=05_1997&mid=1062197&hilit=BRAIN+FEEDBACK> ] -------------------------------- Article-ID: 05_1997&1062200 Score: 78 Subject: Hope For Tomorrow 3/4 by Natasha B