I lower my glass, and my thoughts turn from the memories of my youth to a much more recent memory.
I never thought yesterday that things could get so complicated. It all seemed so simple. We'd try to stop Rance Burgess from abducting Petaline's child, preferably without much loss of life from the Heart of Gold, and then we'd go on our way. I'd have seen my oldest friend, but nothing would have changed on Serenity.
I must admit, though. I never thought that I'd see the day that Malcolm Reynolds made a wise decision. Although my immediate reaction to, well, running away, I suppose, was disgust that he wouldn't help someone in need, my common sense agreed with him. A man who seemed to regard his weapon more highly than his wife, and who boasted so openly about flouting the laws that he didn't agree with would stop at nothing to get what he wanted.
It show's Mal's regard for what other people hold dear that he was prepared to stay and help Nandi, and I was glad that she wouldn't be standing alone facing someone who was so ruthless. I suppose though, I thought that I stood less chance of being hurt by helping Simon with the birth. How wrong I was.