[in the cells....]

[flybywash]

Wash is sitting with his back against the left wall of his cell, legs pulled up, one arm thrown across his knees. He found a small rubber ball in his pocket some time ago -- either River's or Kaylee's, he's not sure, and he doesn't have the first clue how it ended up in his jumpsuit -- and has been methodically chucking it against the opposite wall for the past hour and a half, letting it bounce to the floor and back to his waiting hand.

Tha-dump, smack. Tha-dump, smack.

Hey, it's better than any of the current alternatives.