Problem is, she's sure she's not hallucinating now. And she's known since Wash walked in that he doesn't look right. It's not just the injury--he looks like an older Wash, however that's possible.
She should probably stop thinking in terms of "possible," because that sinking feeling in her stomach tells her she hasn't seen the worst of it yet. ]
You're not Wash, are you. Not the one I know, anyway.
[ And that means there's no one here she knows. A look of defeat flashes over her face, only for a moment, before her jaw hardens. ]
First--I need to know. Did Tex come through before me? Is she here?
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Problem is, she's sure she's not hallucinating now. And she's known since Wash walked in that he doesn't look right. It's not just the injury--he looks like an older Wash, however that's possible.
She should probably stop thinking in terms of "possible," because that sinking feeling in her stomach tells her she hasn't seen the worst of it yet. ]
You're not Wash, are you. Not the one I know, anyway.
[ And that means there's no one here she knows. A look of defeat flashes over her face, only for a moment, before her jaw hardens. ]
First--I need to know. Did Tex come through before me? Is she here?