Wash laughs a little, thickly, without much humor.

He doesn't take his eyes off of Zoe, though it becomes harder to catch his breath when he hears the rush of air, that steady rustling pulse, before it all lapses back into silence.

Just him and his wife. His hand tightens.

"Zoe."

Wash nudges her, once, and then suddenly begins shaking her, much harder than he needs to for somebody who spent years in the military.

"Zoe, wake up -- "