The school's library was clean and quiet and looked untouched by student hands. The only sign of life was the teacup resting on a stack of leather-bound books.

"Hello?" Mulder peered into the office, but the voice came from behind him.

"Hm, yes, how may I help you?"

The distracted tone was familiar. Mulder turned.

A man came down the stairs, studying a book he carried in both hands. He wore a three piece suit of brown tweed and Mulder had a sudden urge to dip his fingers into the vest pocket to see if a watch was hidden there.

He looked up from the book, wire-rim glasses about to slip off his hawk-like nose, and Mulder's breath caught, that rainy Oxford pub rushing back.