A little fish popped up in front of Edward.  'Bebop?' she thought, anticipation rising.  She'd set the Tomato to react if the crew of the Bebop did anything interesting, but so far they hadn't done anything noteworthy.

            'A hospital record?  For Spike- person?'   Edward read the details.  'Ooh.  He got messed up good.'

            Ein whimpered.

            Edward perched her goggles atop her head.  "What is it, Ein?"

            He whined and cocked his head at her.

            Edward tapped the screen.  "You want to see Spike- person?"

            He barked.

            "What about Father- person?"

            Ein growled in reply and whimpered again, pawing at her leg. 

            Edward snapped the Tomato shut and sprang up, giving the dog a salute.  "Yes sir, General!  The mission shall be undertaken!"  She balanced the Tomato on her head and zoomed off, listing first to one side and then the other as Ein ran in circles around her, barking. 

*

            He remembered this.

            Floating in a haze of pain.  Fragments of memory plaguing him, keeping him from rest.  Faces of people he'd known and people in white, drifting in and out. 

            It was all only a dream.  He was dreaming again. 

            Spike lay back to await the end of the ride.

*

            Jet rubbed his injured leg.  He hated waiting and he hated hospitals. 

            And right now he hated Faye.

            He could see her outside, leaned against a wall, smoking.  Jet wanted a cigarette in the worst kind of way, but it wasn't worth the trouble of moving. 

            And he didn't trust her not to leave him stranded here.

            A doctor finally made his way over to Jet, and Faye, noticing, managed to get to him in only a few seconds without resorting to the indignity of running.

            "You're Spike Spiegel's partner?"

            "Yeah." Jet replied.

            The doctor looked at Faye.  "And you brought him in?"

            "I did."

            The doctor sighed.  "Well, he's going to make it.  We'll keep him here for a couple of days, then send him home, but he's going to have to have at least a week of bed rest."

            Jet snorted.  "He sleeps all the time anyway."

            Faye's shoulders relaxed and, without a word, she turned and headed toward the exit.

            "Where are you going?" Jet demanded.  "Wait up!"

            Faye only laughed.