Malcolm had journeyed up. He'd wanted to see the room Brink claimed he blew up in. And it looked blowed up. He was looking over a billboard of photos when the elevator dinged.
"Captain?" Zoe approached.
"This about the pregnancy you've been trying to hide?"
"How did you-"
"You were able to hide the signals." Mal stood up, "Our resident psychic showed the signs."
"So that's why she was keeping an eye on me."
"Why you telling me now?"
"Brink and the Doc forgot me in the original count of possible pregnant women."
"I know you better. Going on second Trimester If I'm not wrong."
"You're not."
"Talk to Simon about prenatal treatment. I'll be right dow ."
"Something wrong captain?"
"No, nothing."
He waited for he to leave before facing the photos. One was a man who looked amazingly like Wash. The other was a brown haired woman in a blue shirt who couldn't be who he thought.
"...Mom?"