"How about Connor? I like Connor." Wash lay on his side propping his head with his hand and playing with his wife's dark hair with this free hand.

"Connor isn't bad," said Zoe. "It means 'much wanted', and he would be exactly that."

Wash continued to twirl Zoe's curls around his fingers. "I don't see why we have conversations about names for a non-existent child." He frowned.

" I like names." answered Zoe plainly. "It doesn't hurt anything . . . I don't complain when you play with models of non-existent creatures."

"I don't play." pouted Wash "I collect."

"Well I collect names." Zoe turned her back to her husband in an attempt to go to sleep, but realized that her head wouldn't turn.

"Ow!" yelped Wash, "Hold still . . .Your hair is tangled around my fingers."

"Then pull your gorram fingers out of my hair, little man."

"I can't . . .Ow! Zoe, It's cutting off circulation!!"

"Well you're pulling my hair out by the roots!" Zoe clapped her hand to the top of her head in an attempt at keeping her hair from being pulled. "Get up, we need to find something to cut with."

"Oh, bao bei, I don't want to cut your pretty hair."

"Who said anything about cutting my hair, Wash? . . . Luckily, losing circulation will make your fingers numb."

"Hair it is."

They stumbled out of their bed Wash's hand still attached to the top of Zoe's head.

"We can't go out like this!!!" shrieked Wash.

"I can put a robe on, and you can put some pants on. That way our predicament won't keep us from being decent."

"Oh," Wash looked around for clothing, " I guess we should get dressed . . . I meant that the crew would laugh us into the next system if they saw us like this."

"Don't care." mumbled Zoe as she tied her robe shut. " I'm getting your fingers out of my hair if I have to shave my head."

Zoe strode toward the room's exit clasping Wash's wrist over her head. "We'll see if Simon has something in the infirmary," she grumbled.

"Hrm" Wash looked pensive. " Waddaya think of the name Simon?"

"I hate it."