Mulder strolled into his office whistling.
It was the kind of day that began with a gorgeous, unreal sunrise... he was half-afraid he was dreaming...
It took a second for him to notice Scully in his chair.
'Morning,' he said brightly.
All he needed now was a generous supply of sunflower seeds, and things would be perfect.
Scully reached down beside her, and tossed him a plastic bag.
He caught it against his chest one-handed and held it up. It was a half pound of sunflower seeds. He smiled. A sign; it had to be a sign.

Author: Charles Grant