…who do you expect she is…
…Hey, quit touching that Jayne…
…More importantly Kaylee, how the hell'd she get aboard?...
…Jayne! I said don't touch her…
…goramm ruttin' Zoe, spoilin' any fun, and after Mal made me haul her all the way up here to the infirmary from the cargo bay. Heavier than she looks…
…hmmm, her vitals are fine and I see no injuries so I wonder what she was doing laying unconscious on the cargo bay floor when we found her…
…sensory input overloads the circuitry, leads to infinite improbability of actions causing the temporary conversion and subsequent diversion of the dimensional pathways in the woods, thus explaining this visitor and her current non-responsive state. Plus, she's sleepy…
Voices fading in and out as I slowly wake and my eyes dart about under still closed lids.
Did I fall asleep in organic chemistry, or something? Damn that's cold. Those practical jokesters in my chem lab must have laid me on top of the cold labtop's surface. Guess it could've been worse. Last year the prof had the whole class wheel a student who fell dead asleep to the world in the middle of his class down to the human biology building. Kid woke up laying on a gurney next to a bunch of cadavers the medical students had been dissecting. Scared the hell out of the med students too.
Slowly dragging my eyes open I am blinded by a cold clinical blue light and I realize that what I am laying on is an examination table.
"Mal, she's coming around."
What? Mal? No… Slowly short fuzzy images of what I had thought was a dream started filtering back to the forefront of my mind. Eyes flying completely open I was greeted with a click and strange whirring noise near my head. Focusing my blurry vision on the offending object hovering just in front of my sight I am rewarded to the treat of awaking to the barrel of a gun. Shit.
"Well, well. Morning lil' sleeping beauty. Ah, not so quick, don't be getting up just yet.", and I heard another click echo from the other side of the room as I shifted to sit up. "We have a few questions to be asking you, specifically ones considering how the hell you got on my goramm ship!"
Never being one to consider swooning much of a proper resolution or exciting development in those horribly dull classical Victorian angst/ love novels I had to read in English classes, I started to think perhaps those terribly repressed, worrisome dames had the right idea in situations such as these. Alas, I guess I had used up my one "Get out of trouble free" swoon card for the day, since I was still conscious of the people hovering around me as I lay on an operating table with three guns trained on little ol' dangerous me.
"Now I suggest you be thinking real hard as to your answer little lady, we aren't ones to play round with. So just lay it out plain for us how it is that you are here, on my ship, in the middle of nowhere out here in the Black."
Looks like that's the question of the day, Hell I would like to know that as well. Don't I at least get to call a friend or ask the audience? Nope. Didn't think so. Shit.
