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.