Follow-up to "The Syntax of Things" (http://www.fireflyfans.net/bluesun.aspx?bid=12194).

In the grand tradition of title theft, this one originates from the ironically-christened first novel of the Horatio Hornblower series by C. S. Forester. While Forester wouldn't be so optimistic, I like to think of "the happy return" as the shred of hope in a seemingly pyrrhic victory.

This is also my first experience using an online Pinyin translator. I'm very proud of my lu kuai fei shi xi (stupid lump of ape shit).

I'm trying something new and posting this story here before my LJ; it's dedicated to elanor_two, who sent me the Firefly soundtrack as a favor. I appreciate all feedback - please let me know what you think!

*** *** ***

The Happy Return

Serenity Day 2, 2518

I am unaware of this moon’s current calendar date, and I remain unclear on the extent of time I passed in a hospital bed. The crew, struggling with waiting-room hypnosis, appears to be equally vague, so for now, I count my days by my arrival in this ship.

Yesterday I was escorted to Serenity by a nurse and Zoe. Zoe appeared withdrawn, but it early yet to determine if her trauma has left her with any permanent psychological damage. At least I’ve gained some experience in the field over the past year. I chastise myself for not remembering to ask for certain books while in the medical facility. It would have been an excellent opportunity to converse with other professionals on the general subject. I am sure a few of my personal effects are still saleable, and an empathetic intern may have exchanged one of his texts for a discount.

I reread the previous passage and realize with shock that I am thinking like a trader, not a buyer. I have never known an educated man from a Core planet to consider barter as a means to acquire desired materials. I am uncomfortable with the thought that I may become a haggler.

I have seen Kaylee briefly at meals, but have not had a glimpse of her between. Most likel