Ricia stares at her iced tea. She pokes an ice cube which bobs from the unexpected force from a larger force. Somewhere something or someone pokes Ricia who looks up with a contemplative look. "Where does knowledge lie? Is it in countless Jack games? Or is it the truth Mulder looks so hard for while Scully triple checks the facts like a deranged Joe Friday? Why must we protect the world from devistation? Will Mr. Roarke ever get off the island and why must we all wind up in the corn field? I'm sure I don't know. We must not panic for it is written there in big friendly letters. The Vogons will come but the Dominion will eventually fail and Giovanni will again reign supreme. I knew the answers when I was young. It was about dandelions and ice cream trucks. Now it's a barrage of dates and facts. I want a doughnut but the paper towels have taken over. Why did we agree to bring back Mr. Whipple when we knew it would lead to disaster? Perhaps he knows where Major Tom ended up. I know Joel and Mike know where the truth lies but nobody wants to talk to Torgo. Cambot no longer possesses Rocket Number Nine but we do still have movie sign. I miss the dandelions."