Ding Ding
Agent Dana Scully pushed the glass door into the Double R Diner, looking around through her sunglasses. The air was fresh. The scent of pine filled the air. It was not like Washington, D.C., from where she had just spent several days departing from. She glanced around the quaint coffee shop, feeling a touch lost.
"Welcome to the Double R Diner. I am Norma. Could I bring you a cup of coffee?"
"Actually, I am Special Agent Dana Scully of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. I need directions to the local hotel, the..." Scully paused to look at her notes, "Great Northern Hotel."
"FBI?" said Norma. "Then you absolutely need to have a cup of coffee. And let me bring you a piece of our cherry pie."
Norma turned immediately and went to the kitchen.
"Wait...I..."
Scully was too late. Realizing that she was going to have to sample the local cuisine, she took a seat at the counter. Scully pulled out her laptop and began typing some notes.
I have arrived at Twin Peaks, Washington. I received a call from Agent Starling, a fellow agent I've worked with a few other times, hoping that I could bring my knowledge from the X-Files to this case. Although it is actually my normal partner who has the expertise for this case, but he was unavailable. Agent Starling did make mention of a killing that sparked my interest.
March, 1986, Hawkins, Indiana. Several high school aged children were killed in a short stretch of time in very gruesome manners. Arms and legs bent and broken in a terrible contortion. Several victims appeared, but, as quickly as they appeared, it stopped. I had to dive deep into the X-Files to find the references to this case.
Agent Starling claims that the killing have begun again in Twin Peaks.
"Here you go, Agent Scully," said Norma, setting the cherry pie in front of the red-headed agent, "Every FBI agent who has ever come through here has raved about our cherry pie." Norma pours out a cup of hot coffee before Scully, who stares with a disbelief at the oddity of the situation.
"How many FBI agents have come to Twin Peaks?" she asked.
"Oh, there have been a few," said Norma. "I can direct you to the Great Northern as soon as you are ready."
"Thank you," said Scully, taking a bite of the pie up onto her fork. As she closes her mouth around the cherry goodness, a sly smile crosses her face and her eyes bulged with the treat. "That is one damn fine piece of pie."
"I've heard that before," said Norma.