You can probably guess what I thought of the romance part, but I did like the moment when she thinks all she does is look down and see the dirt (or something to that effect). Reminded me of that conversation at the beginning of Dreamland 1, about 'normal' people and their dogs and all that. If I shipped them, I would've loved this.

There's something very Mulder-like in his delight in showing Scully something incredible, even if it's something un-supernatural for once. The fic also reminded me inevitably of Frost's 'After Apple Picking'; it has an almost poetic attention to sensory detail, which is preternatural in its own way, IMO.