Chapter 4: Smell the Sister
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Oz was getting settled into the small room when he felt the ship lift off. He considered staying in his room until someone got him. But Oz was never one to stay in one place, he liked moving. So he left his room and began to wander. He started to head back to the cargo hold when a scent caught his nose. It was one of the eight people scents that permeated the ship. It was coming strongly from the cargo hold. It had a tang of something old, something from Earth-That-Was.
Oz entered the cargo hold to see a girl of about sixteen dancing to music that only she could hear. Oz tilted his head to the side trying to figure out what this girl was. She was dancing beautifully and gracefully in a simple blue dress that swirled around her form.
He went back to his room and pulled out the guitar case that he had put under his bed. He lovingly removed the guitar from its case. Then he returned to the cargo bay and sat on the steps. Oz let his mind wander until a song came to his head that fit the dancer's movements.
River's eyes flew open when she heard the guitar's song. She stopped in mid twirl, to look at the young man with green hair. 'Hair is sick, why is the hair sick?' River pushed those thoughts from her mind. She tried to prepare for the onslaught of another mind. Except she felt nothing. River sat next to Oz and looked him over curiously.
"Hey." Oz smiled and stopped playing.
"You are silent." River said.
"You stopped dancing." Oz shrugged.
"Not what I meant. The brainwaves send out electromagnetic pulse waves. No one can feel them except me. But you don't have any. No waves that go into River." River ran a hand lightly over Oz's hair. "Is it because the hair is sick? The mucus dampens the signal. The hair should get better, not good for things to be sick."
Oz lightly took River's hand from his hair, 'She's psychic, sort of like Drusilla.' "Don't worry about it." He told the psychic and then he began to play another song. The song was one he had played when he was in his band so many years ago.
River smiled, "Rivers flow and move." And with that she went back to dancing on one of the crates.