Title: Hoodoo 4 of ?  Author: Kory Rating: PG-13 Classification: X Spoilers: 
Like the first kind Keywords: red-eyes, sour mash, slaves. Disclaimer: If the 
x-files was mine, i would be on a beach somewhere. I don't own any of it. 
'Kay? 

Dana Scully opened her eyes and looked out at a bright 
sterile hospital room. Her arms followed the tube 
sticking out of her arm up to the I.V. bag hanging on 
the rack above her bed.  To the side of her bed she 
saw a man sitting in a chair and looking down at a 
magazine in his lap. Dana cleared her throat and the 
man looked up. It was Detective Kellogg. He threw the 
book onto the side table as if he was embarrassed to 
have been caught reading it and said, "Agent  Scully?" 
He paused for a second to put on his smile and he 
added, "How ya' feelin'?"
Scully blinked her eyes hard and then opened them wide in 
an attempt to shake off her grogginess. She said, "I 
don't know yet. Give me a minute."
Kellogg's face switched to one of seriousness and he said 
flatly, "We may not have a minute. Something's 
happened with your partner!"
"Mulder?" Scully sat up halfway in bed and when she leaned 
back against the wall she winced in pain. She reached 
back and felt the bandages on the back of her head 
where she had hit the pavement. "Oh...Yeah," she said 
weakly.
Kellogg leaned over the bed and gave her head the once 
over. "You all right? I could get the nurse,"  he 
asked caringly.
Scully waved away his question with her hand and asked, 
"What about Mulder?"
"We're not sure of all the details," he said stepping back 
from the bed and sitting down in the chair, "But your 
partner is nowhere to be found and his car is riddled 
with bullet holes, although, we didn't find any blood 
in it."
"So, who was shot?" asked Scully.
"A State Trooper, in the leg. He's all right but he hasn't 
been any help at all in clearing this up. He claims he 
never fired a shot but his gun was empty when we found 
him passed out in the road." Kellogg stated this fact 
with a puzzled expression.
"When did this happen?" Dana said and she looked at her 
wrist to check the time and saw her watch was gone. 
"What time is it now?" she added.
"We think it happened between  1:45 AM and 2:00 AM. It's, 
uh.." He checked his watch, "It's 2:30 now," he said, 
smiling again. `Oh," he added, "We picked you up at 
1:35."
Scully felt her head again and said, "I've been out that 
long?"
"Yep," he said folding his arms on his chest and leaning 
back in his chair. "Nasty bump." he added.
"Can you please hand me my chart?" Dana asked and pointed 
at the front of the bed. Kellogg got up and removed 
the chart from the front of the bed and handed it to 
her. "Hmm," she said as she looked it over, "It looks 
like I'm going to be all right. When can we go to the 
scene?"
"Oh, no!" Kellogg interjected, "You've got to stay right 
here for observation. I'm here to question you about 
the case you're working on to see if you have any 
ideas about what happened here. By the way, I've got a 
man bringing in the dashboard video tape from the 
police car of the trooper who was shot."
"As a qualified MD, I can make that decision." Scully told 
Kellogg. "And I can't really discuss the case we're 
working on until I'm able to confer with my partner. 
However, I would like to see that tape though."
"Yeah, I thought so," said Kellogg, disappointed.
"Would you mind leaving the room so I can get dressed?" 
said Dana and Kellogg turned and walked out the door.
"Dana pulled the tube from her arm and put on her clothes. 
The last thing she put on was her jacket and before 
she did, she tried in vain to wipe off the dirt 
embedded in the back of it with her hand. "Shoot!" she 
exclaimed as another pebble fell off of it and hit the 
floor.
"Hey, you can't get out of bed." Said a big colored nurse 
in a blue uniform who had walked in the door. She 
looked at the front of the bed and said, "Where's your 
chart?"
"Oh, sorry, I should have put it back." Scully said and 
pointed at the chart on the bed where she had left it. 
"I'm a qualified MD and an FBI agent," she added as 
she continued to brush at her jacket. "If you'd like I 
can sign my own release papers, I've got urgent 
business to take care of."
The nurse seemed a little befuddled at this  and said, 
"Well, uh, okay I guess. Just let me take your 
temperature first and then we'll go out to the front 
desk and ask a doctor about it."
Scully took the thermometer from her hands and said, "I was 
just about to do that." She shook it down and placed 
it in her mouth and looked at the watch she had 
replaced on her wrist a minute before. Just then, 
Kellogg knocked on the door. "Come in," Dana said.
"I've got the tape," he said as he walked in. He turned to 
the nurse and asked her if there was a VCR available. 
She said there was one down the hall in the doctor's 
lounge.
With the thermometer still in her mouth, Scully picked up 
her chart off of the bed and walking to the door, 
motioned for the nurse to lead her down the hall. The 
nurse led them down the hall to their right and opened 
a door and held it for Scully and Kellogg to enter. 
Once inside, they walked over to a port-a-stand with a 
TV and a VCR on it surrounded by a sectional couch in 
the middle of the room. Kellogg put the tape in and 
fiddled with the VCR while the nurse finished taking 
Dana's temperature and writing it on the chart.
When Kellogg got a picture on the screen, Scully dismissed 
the nurse and waited for him to rewind it. "Here it 
is," said Kellogg as the screen showed the police car 
pulling over and parking just back from Fox's and the 
salesman's cars so that the side of Fox's car is 
visible and a back view of the other is. While he 
called in his position the air filled with red and 
blue flashing lights as he turned on the top lights to 
warn any oncoming motorists. Then they saw the trooper 
walk away from the camera after he exited the car and 
go to Fox's window and pound on it with his 
flashlight. They could see Fox in the flashlight beam 
afterward and then the trooper walked away toward the 
other car. It's back end was in the shallow ditch and 
it's lights shone up into the air over the road.
The trooper shined his flashlight beam into the window and 
talked to the driver. Through the back window of the 
car, Dana and Kellogg could see the back of a man's 
head over the seat and as he talked to the trooper he 
gestured with his hands a lot. The trooper then turned 
and started walking back toward the patrol car, with 
each step he took though his movements became more 
mechanical and robot-like, and he even stumbled a 
little, the pair observed, as they watched. He stopped 
across the highway from Fox's car and they watched 
fascinated when, in the glare of the headlights, the 
trooper's face twisted into a malignant murderous look 
of hate. He drew his weapon, turned and began firing 
into the car containing Fox Mulder. Dana gasped in 
horror and Kellogg said, "What the..." Behind the 
firing trooper, the man in the blue car stuck his head 
out the side window and looked back at the scene 
unfolding.
They watched in silence as the trooper advanced on the car 
and then the door flew open and hit him. There was a 
brief lull while the trooper was sprawled out on the 
ground and then his head lifted and in the tape they 
could hear Fox order him to freeze. The car in the 
background began to spin it's tires and the trooper 
leaped out of the frame in front of Fox's car and 
there was a shot and Fox appeared near the front of 
his car holding his hands out of frame as if he was 
pointing a gun. Behind him, the two spectators saw the 
blue car lurch free of the shoulder and turn in the 
road and head straight at Fox. Dana and Kellogg both 
nearly jumped out of their seats as they watched the 
car speed by and narrowly miss Fox. Afterward there is 
nobody on screen but they can hear the police man 
pleading and then he screams and a shot is fired and 
then they hear what sounds like Fox choking and 
gasping. 
Suddenly Fox appears and seems to be fighting with himself. 
Struggling with the air. Past him, they see the 
trooper crawling for his gun. Fox's gun goes off in 
the air and he orders the trooper to stop. Then he 
wheels around and disappears off camera to the right. 
Kellogg managed to pull his drooping jaw back up and 
say, "What the hell was that ?"
"Whatever it was," said Dana, "We've got to get out there 
right away and find Fox."

Dana Scully poked her still bandaged head into the 
driver's window of the car Fox Mulder had been 
sitting in when he had been fired upon. The far side 
of the dash and the opposite door  were riddled with 
bullet holes.
"He sure was lucky!" said Detective Kellogg as he walked up 
and peered into the passenger window next to her.
"And smart," added Dana as she pulled her head from the 
window. She stood up straight and looked at Kellogg, 
"Are all of your men ready ?" she asked.
He looked around him at the ten policemen in hunting 
clothes that were standing around talking to each 
other and looking at maps. "Suns up," he said.
"They do know that they're not to harm him in any way, 
right ?" Dana said seriously.
"Yes." Kellogg said and waved the men out into the field. 
"Spread out," he yelled after them when they went. 
Then he and Dana walked out past the trooper's police 
car still parked there from that morning as a tow 
truck arrived and a uniformed police officer stepped 
out into the road to greet it. They walked out on what 
they could tell from the tape was probably Fox's point 
of entry to the field which was mostly short bushes 
and grass with trees growing along streams at it's 
borders.
Kellogg took the lead and began pointing out to Dana some 
broken twigs and the occasional footprint that must 
have been Fox's. "This is just like the Boy Scouts," 
said Kellogg, "Except there were no girls."
Dana looked the other way and rolled her eyes. "Fox!" she 
yelled. At least they were doing this on a nice cool 
morning, she thought. "Mulder!" she yelled again.
After they had gone about a hundred yards out into the 
field, Kellogg stopped and inspected a patch of 
ground. He looked up at Scully and said, "Now, I've 
been on some bear hunts and it looks like a bear went 
through here. Only the footprints look like they're 
from some guy from New York City and for some reason 
he seems to have stomped around an awful lot for no 
reason. Looks like he had ants in his pants."
Dana looked at the bushes and saw that there was a path of  
broken twigs and branches and stomped down weeds. The 
dirt in between had smooth soled foot prints that 
danced around and pointed every which way crazily. She 
and Kellogg followed the trail until it stopped and 
she looked around and saw a shoe sticking out of the 
undergrowth. "Fox ?" she called toward it. She knelt 
down and tugged on the shoe, there was no foot in it. 
She looked into the bushes and saw a tunnel in them. A 
small tunnel. She lowered her head and looked into it 
and saw a foot with a black stocking on it. She 
reached out and tugged on it and said, "Fox ?" It 
pulled out of her hands and the bushes rustled and she 
could hear Fox cough. "Mulder ?"
"Scully is that you ?" Fox's voice said from the bushes.
"Yes, Fox," said Dana, "Are you all right ?"
"I think so. Where am I ?" he asked from under the bushes.
"You're down a...a fox hole, Mulder," said Scully, finally 
cracking a relieved smile. Kellogg, meanwhile, got on 
his two-way and called off the other searchers.
"Ow, ow, Scully. I can't get up, there's thorns all around 
me, it feels more like a porcupine hole," said Fox 
from the hole.
Dana looked up the hole at his leg again and said, "You're 
going to have to back out the same way you went in, 
Fox." She reached up and grabbed his foot again, "I'll 
guide you," she said and Fox began to slowly back out 
of the hole. In a couple of minutes he emerged with 
his shirt pulled up over his head and Dana pulled it 
back down onto him. He sat up on his knees and looked 
around. 
"Boy, was that weird," he said. "How did I get in there ?"
"You tell me," said Scully, "Can you walk ?"
He got up and stretched his legs. "Looks like it," he said.
"Good, let's get out of here," said Dana.


After Fox had been checked out at the hospital, Mulder and 
Scully watched the incident on  video tape again. 
"Before we watch the tape, Mulder, tell me what you 
remember," Dana said. "Just for the record."
Mulder thought on it for a second and started, "Okay, I 
followed the car out of town and..Oh, yeah Scully," 
Fox said with a grin, "Something funny happened at a 
bar just before that. Remind me to tell you about it 
later. I was going down the road about a quarter mile 
behind him when it went off the road. When I caught up 
to it as I drove past, a man with glowing red eyes was 
sitting in it. He looked at me... That's the last 
thing I remember. Until this morning."
"Maybe this will jog your memory," said Scully and she 
started the VCR. She watched it again with Mulder and 
afterwards he told Dana to rewind it back to where the 
blue car drove at him. She did and he pointed at the 
TV. "There. See it?" he said excitedly.
"What ?" Dana asked.
"The red glow of his eyes," he said.
"Are you sure that's not the lights from the police car?" 
Dana asked.
"No, no, that's definitely coming from inside the car. We 
have to find this guy...thing...whatever it is. He 
really seems to have an indiscriminate ability to 
affect peoples minds so they become extremely, 
irrationally, violent. I remember now. I drove past 
and the next thing I knew, I was sitting in my car 
fighting off the memories of every really bad thing 
that ever happened in my life." Fox paused and looked 
sincerely at Dana. "And very violently too," he said. 
"My head and my hands still hurt."
"I'm not doubting you," said Dana, "I saw the steering 
wheel in your car. It was like a pretzel." She thought 
for a second and then asked, "So why do you suppose 
you didn't attack anybody like everyone else?"
"It can only be that at the time I was affected there was 
no one else around. So I turned my anger inward. The 
second time I was exposed I did act violently, 
however, I managed to fight it off before hurting 
anyone," Continued Fox, "Do you think it could have 
some sort of lessening effect like a drug resistance 
with repeated exposures?"
"Let's hope we never find out," said Dana.
"Wouldn't you say I'm a pretty level-headed guy?" Asked 
Fox.
"A little nutso," she said.
"Okay, granted, a little nutso. But in control," he said, 
"You don't see me flying off the handle about just 
anything. I was uncontrollable and you saw that 
Trooper. Jesus, he went completely berserk. I wonder 
what he was thinking. I'm lucky I'm not dead." A tired 
look crept over Fox's face and he sat down on a 
section of sofa, stared at the floor and took a deep 
breath.
Dana sat down next to him and put a hand on his shoulder. 
"So what do we do this time?" Dana said, resolved to 
another monster hunt.
Fox remained looking at the floor, his head in his hands. 
"We don't look at his eyes, that's what we don't do. 
The eyes are the pathways to the soul and we can't 
trust what's in there right now," said Fox sluggishly  
through his hands, still looking at the floor.
"But how are we going to catch him if we can't look at him? 
We'd have to be like Perseus slaying the gorgon," said 
Dana.
Fox looked up at her and said, "We know one thing for sure 
and that is we can't be having the police looking for 
him. So far, the people affected mostly haven't had 
guns. Can you imagine what would happen if he gets 
surrounded by a lot of armed men? A short war, but who 
knows who else could be around?"
"I'd better call Detective Kellogg right now," said Dana, 
"He's got an APB out on that car. What do I tell him?"
Fox smiled and said, "Tell him Washington will have his ass 
if he doesn't call it off! What else?"
"In that case, I'd better call Skinner too," said Dana and 
commenced to dialing her cell phone.

After leaving the hospital, Fox and Dana rented a car and 
headed out of town to go back to the highway. "Boy, 
was that Kellogg mad when I told him he had to take 
the APB off of the blue car," said Dana from the 
passenger seat.
"I'll bet," said Fox, "They always are." He looked over at 
Scully with a grin and added, "Sometimes it's the 
little things that make life worth living."
Dana chuckled and said, "Come on now, he's a nice guy. How 
would you like it if you were entrusted with the 
safety of a whole state and while your own officers 
are going berserk along with the FBI, you couldn't do 
anything?"
"Better him than me," said Fox and glanced out at a 
billboard with a big fish on it as he drove by. "KFISH 
97.3" It read, and, "For a good bass time in the 
country." After he drove by Fox reached over and 
turned on the radio.
"Oh, not now," said Dana covering her ears. "My head."
"I'll keep it low, I just remembered something." said Fox.
"What?" said Dana.
Fox said, "Give me a minute." And continued driving with 
the country music playing low.
"What?" said Dana after a minute, "You just remembered you 
like country & western?"
"No." Fox said, "I just remembered when I was waiting for 
that car the other night and it drove by, I could hear 
country music coming from it and I turned my radio on 
and it was the same station."
"Yeah?" said Dana, expectantly.
"I left it on because I thought it might, kind of give me 
some sort of a connection to him. Rather than just 
follow him, it was like I was up in that car with him. 
See?" Fox looked over at Dana to see if she was 
diggin' on his groove.
"Okay, So?" she said impatiently.
Fox looked forward at the road, he felt a bit like she had 
crushed his beat and he went back to his cold 
analytical agent trip. "As I was driving," he 
continued, "A newscast came on and did a piece about 
that white power guy, what's his name?
"Cole Hunter?" said Dana.
"Yes, that's him. When his name was mentioned, that was 
when the car started to swerve. The second time it was 
mentioned, it ran off the road," said Fox growing 
excited.
"So, what does that mean?" Dana asked as Fox stopped at a 
crossroads and turned right onto the highway.
"Don't you see?" Fox said, "The man in the car was being 
controlled by the hoodoo at that time. That's why the 
car went off the road. A person  or spirit even, from 
the 1860s would have no notion how to control a car at 
speed and when they mentioned Cole Hunter on the 
radio, the hoodoo got excited and took over complete 
control and, of course, crashed."
"So, you're saying this hoodoo has some sort of a 
connection to Cole Hunter?" asked Dana.
"Almost definitely! The old woman said it was the slave's 
thirst for vengeance that attracted the hoodoo spirit. 
How much do you want to bet that after all these years 
the slave is going to find his vengeance? I'll just 
bet Hunter was the name of the plantation family that 
owned the slave Jibus. It may have even been his full 
name. He's probably a direct descendant," said Mulder 
keeping his eyes on the road and his hands upon the 
wheel.
"How would we find out something like that?" said Dana and 
turned her head to look out the window at a big red 
barn with kudzu creeping up the sides.
"Maybe if there's a library in the next town, we can get 
lucky," Fox said.

At the front desk of a modest library, the agents ask the 
librarian, a short, pear shaped lady with big lensed 
eye-glasses if she has any books on plantations in 
South Carolina. They look through a few books in the 
shelf she pointed out to them but find them to contain 
only information on existing buildings and they 
inquire of her again if she might know where to find 
the information.
"You looked at all the books?" She asked and didn't wait 
for an answer. "I can only think of one place to look 
from here and that's the internet. You can find almost 
anything on the internet," she said and pointed to a 
computer at a table behind her desk.
"Okay," said Fox.
She went to the table and the agents walked around the desk 
to join her. "It's already booted up," she said as she 
tapped at the keyboard, "I just have to log on." They 
waited a couple of minutes and she said, "There! Just 
put whatever you want in the search engine and enter 
it. It works best if you use combinations of words 
instead of just one." She typed 
"South+Carolina+Plantations" in and clicked on enter 
with her cursor and waited while the "hits" came on 
the screen. "See ?" she said and moved out of the way 
so Fox and Dana could use it.
"I knew that." Dana said to Fox when the librarian walked 
away.
"Yeah, sure," said Fox mockingly. "Now watch out and let 
the Big Kahuna surf."
They looked around on it with no luck when Dana said, "Why 
not put in "Cole Hunter"?
Fox typed it in the search for space and entered it. He 
waited for it to work and then scrolled up the screen 
to see the hits. Fox and Dana looked at the screen and 
read the first one by the monitor group HateWatch, it 
read, "It is our opinion that the white Brotherhood, 
led by the infamous Cole hunter is the epitome of evil 
in the Southland...." It was obviously about the 
present day Cole, a testament to his notoriety but not 
what the agents were looking for. They scrolled up the 
list  until they came to a hit at the bottom that was 
by LineageFinders that read, "...among the worst of 
the plantations, from the point of view of the slaves, 
CaneRoot Point stands out. At the time before and up 
to the Civil War, it was owned by the patriarch of the 
Hunter Clan, Cole Hunter. A man purported to have 
embodied the wickedness and the cruelty of the Pre- 
freedom South."
"Who's the Kahuna now ?" said Dana. "Click on that."
When the site appeared on the screen, Fox and Dana leaned 
in close for a good look. A map of the location was on 
the HomePage. "This sure looks like about the right 
location," said Fox, pointing at the map. "There's 
pictures in here." He clicked on the highlighted words 
"some old daguerreotypes" and waited for the screen to 
change. Afterwards, two old pictures appeared on the 
screen. One was of a stately plantation house and the 
other was a picture of an unsmiling man in a shirt and 
vest. Fox and Dana stared at it a moment, intrigued by 
the malevolent cast of his facial structure.
"He doesn't look very nice," said Dana.
"Reminds me of the people I put up with on a day to day 
basis in Washington," said Fox and clicked back to the 
Homepage. They read the rest of the information it 
gave concerning the possible lineage of slave names 
and then clicked out to the search engine list and 
scrolled down to the HateWatch piece and clicked on 
it. When the site came up, they both leaned into the 
monitor again and began to read, "HateWatch strongly 
urges concerned citizens to come out and protest the 
White Brotherhood's presence this weekend of the 19th 
and 20th of September at his "revival for survival" 
picnic. It is located on a piece of property just 
across the highway from the entrance to the 
Chickamauga battlefield Historical Park. 
Coincidentally, this is also the weekend that the 
Georgia Historical society commemorates the battle by 
reenacting it." 
"If you happen to be going to the reenactment, you might 
stop and lend your support to us as we peacefully 
protest this racist gathering. If you decide to join 
in the demonstration we suggest you bring your own 
signs that are not overly inflammatory, such as "Stamp 
out hates fire before it spreads to your neighborhood" 
or "White isn't right when it is wrong !" No cuss 
words please, we mean to keep this peaceful. Remember 
if you don't stand up for what's right, why should 
anybody stand up for you?"
"That's tomorrow," Dana said.
"Uh huh," Said Fox and clicked the mouse again and a new 
window came up with pictures of some White Brotherhood 
members. In one of them, about twenty men stood around 
a fire made of truck tires thrown up against a big 
wooden cross that is sending up thick black smoke into 
the sky. All of them are holding up guns triumphantly.
Fox poked his finger at the screen. "There he is right 
there," he said. Dana looked closer at where he was 
pointing to a man in the middle of the picture wearing 
a black leather vest and army boots and holding  up a 
.45  Automatic pistol. Dana gasped when she realized 
he looked exactly like the man in the Daguerreotype. 
"Well, I guess we know, now, where our hoodoo is 
headed," Fox said. They looked through the rest of the 
site and as they left the library, Dana said "Thank 
you, very much," to the librarian.
She looked up from her filing task and said, "Bye. Hope you 
found what you were looking for."
" Oh, I think so," said Fox to Dana as they walked out the 
door. When they reached the car, they got in and Fox 
asked Dana, "So, how far is it to this Chickamauga 
place?"
"Chickamauga Historical battlefield," said Dana. "The 
bloodiest two days in American history."
"How do you know that?" asked Fox.
"I studied in school. What did you do?" she said.
"Daydreamed about UFOs !" said Fox. "What else?"
  Dana took a map from the glove compartment and unfolded 
it. She looked at it for a few seconds and said, 
"Chickamauga's about forty miles from here. We could 
be there in an hour."
"If we wanted to be." said Fox and he started the car and 
drove out of the parking lot and drove down the street 
and parked in front of a liquor store. He sat there 
with his hands on the wheel, thinking.
Dana waited for a minute before she said, "Okay, what now?"
Fox let go of the steering wheel and leaned back. He looked 
over at Dana and said, "We  think we know where to 
find our hoodoo now but what do we do about him? We 
can't approach him. Can we contain him?"
Dana thought for a second. "I guess we can't just run him 
off the road and shoot him," she said, only half 
joking. "Of course, it might be justifiable with all 
the carnage it's caused."
"Yeah, well, we're not just talking about some monster 
here. There is the salesman to consider. He's really 
just an innocent bystander," said Fox.
"More like a Typhoid Mary of a very fast acting and deadly 
disease," said Dana. "So what do we do?"
"I think I've got it," said Fox, "I think he may have a 
destiny to fulfill with Cole Hunter. I think if we 
allow him to fulfill his destiny, we may be able to 
save the life of the salesman and even if we can't we 
may make the world a little better place to live."
Dana looked out her window at an old man in tattered 
clothes coming out of the liquor store and said, 
"Sounds risky. If we do this, we'll need to keep him 
from making contact with any more people on the way."
Fox leaned forward and put his hands on the steering wheel 
again and arched his back to stretch it and said, "If 
we can find him before it gets dark, that should be 
easy. He has one night left to travel and he doesn't 
seem to come into contact with people unless he needs 
alcohol. I think the reason the hoodoo took him over 
so easily must be because his alcoholism has him 
weakened down to the point  where he can't resist."
"We don't know he's an alcoholic," interjected Dana.
"I think that's pretty clear judging from the fact that 
there was a broken bottle back at that shack and the 
fact that everybody effected so far besides me and 
that officer were in bars," Fox said.
"Maybe he's just a social drinker," Dana said, making a 
half hearted attempt at a joke. "Okay, you're right," 
she added and waved her hand in the air at the 
thought.
Fox looked at her a little sideways and said, "Anyway, I 
think if we go in here and buy him some whiskey and 
some cigarettes and maybe some junk food we can find 
where he parks during the day and leave it for him. 
Then we wait for night to fall and we tail him all the 
way there."
"You think we should buy him whiskey, so he can go 
driving?" asked Dana incredulously.
"Let's hear your plan," Fox said.