"I don't have it!" says Bina.



"She's unconscious! She didn't mean for me to call you or anything. I only got into this phone because of doing some really sketchy stuff with causality! I don't -"

"Then I'm afraid we can't help you," says the voice on the phone. It sounds tired.

"Wait!"





"Maybe she told me and I don't know. You can't give me a hint?!"

The voice is silent.

"OK," she thinks. "OK, OK, OK… I'll get it. Umm…"



Words scrawled in running black letters…



"What grows in the corpse of a day?"

There is a pause.

"Is that-" starts Bina.

"That is not the code word."

The creature, it has to be.



"Botfly! Giant bug from space!"

"No, this isn't-"

Desperation, she grabs at straws -








"Banana! Mulder! Swordfish!"

There is silence, and hope, and then it dies.

"This is a secure line. Interfering with an ongoing investigation is a-"

She has nothing. Why wouldn't Elizabeth tell her? Why wouldn't Kendra tell her? She sent a note from the future and she couldn't take the time to - and then a memory, like a bolt of lightning from a clear blue sky.

It had been dark and cold and Kendra had gone back to get a map -



- she'd gone back and she had grabbed papers in the dark, randomly, she'd gotten the map but also autopsies and dissection records, information about the investigation -



- and with those papers, a folder, and on that folder -





"Celadon Jungle!" says Bina. "Celadon Jungle, that's the code word. Celadon Jungle."

There is silence, then a click.

"Thank you. Transferring you now."

Notes