Why have one Washburne when you can have two?

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Wash always knew how to make a grand entrance when the situation required it. Of course, that generally that meant being at the controls of Serenity, and not, as was currently the case, falling off of the bed he found himself on.

He sat up on the floor in a hurry, looking round, then wincing as he did so. His head hurt, and so did his neck. The lack of oxygen must have gotten to him, and he passed out while flying the shuttle... but why was he here, and not on the shuttle, taking care of Zoe? He forced down the panic, and bounced up onto his feet, then wished he hadn't, sitting back down, dizzy.

So. This wasn't Serenity, or the shuttle. That much was obvious. So where was he, and where was everything he knew? His clothes were different - gone was the red flight suit he'd been wearing, along with the jumper and coat to stave off the cold as everything had gone dead on the ship. What he was wearing was nothing like what he'd have chosen to wear. The last thing he remembered was being on the shuttle, watching Simon check the unconscious Zoe, with River standing close to him.

He noticed he wasn't alone in the room - a woman was lying asleep on one of the other beds in the room. A woman he'd never seen before, who looked 'bout as old as Patience. Hopefully not as gorram ornery to deal with.

He sat back on the bed, giving himself time to think. "Gao yang zhong de gu yang... Wǒ zài nǎlǐ?"


[ooc: Translation - Motherless goat of all motherless goats... Where am I?]