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Jun. 21st, 2005 11:43 pmSince Sunday, Wash has been reluctant to sleep.
He finds excuses: little things that need tinkering on the bridge, checking and double-checking flight plans, insisting that he hears some worrisome rattling in the unnatural quiet. He goes through their store of reprocessed coffee until his head pounds and he's a little too shaky for his own good. When he has nothing left to do, he takes to pacing the ship in a slow circle.
Every time the bridge door opens to Milliways, he slams it shut.
Eventually, though, sleep must come. And when Wash drops into bed on the second night, he dreams.
He finds excuses: little things that need tinkering on the bridge, checking and double-checking flight plans, insisting that he hears some worrisome rattling in the unnatural quiet. He goes through their store of reprocessed coffee until his head pounds and he's a little too shaky for his own good. When he has nothing left to do, he takes to pacing the ship in a slow circle.
Every time the bridge door opens to Milliways, he slams it shut.
Eventually, though, sleep must come. And when Wash drops into bed on the second night, he dreams.
