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Onboard Serenity, in the main hangar, watching Faith operate the telemetry as Buffy, off-camera and skimming atmo, guides in a solar altimeter probe. It counts down with a grating, crunching sound every thousand feet as an old-school display board flicks its digits - then ... passes through zero. Jayne gives one of those swively-eye looks and asks why ain't it crashed yet?
The graunching sound continues: useful bits of brain are challenged enough to start waking up. Waking up? Oh yeah, must be a dream. It's a Joss mashup blended in with some some radio news piece about a satellite, but what's that damn noise? Grekk! Grekk! Hnrrk! Gakk!
Ah yes, it's the cat hacking up a hairball.
Wakey wakey.
The graunching sound continues: useful bits of brain are challenged enough to start waking up. Waking up? Oh yeah, must be a dream. It's a Joss mashup blended in with some some radio news piece about a satellite, but what's that damn noise? Grekk! Grekk! Hnrrk! Gakk!
Ah yes, it's the cat hacking up a hairball.
Wakey wakey.
