Rating: PG-13, maybe R for 'inappropriate' sexual situations. Beware the hints of CSI.

Spoilers: None

Disclaimer: Not mine.

A/N: 1) Eternal thanks to Ktmagik for the beta and the plot bunny and . . . well, too many other things to go into here. . . 2) suoyou de dou shidang means "all that is holy"

1000 words exactly

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Book sat Bible in hand, keeping watch. River thrashed restlessly in her sleep. "Like Jacob wrestling with the Angel," he thought.

It had been a Bad Day. Simon injected her with a high-dose smoother and Book offered to watch over her for a while so they could all get some sleep. Simon's eyes were bleary and he blinked rapidly as Book shooed him across the hall, assuring him he wasn't sleepy and it wasn't too much trouble.

Book was deep into his reading when he glanced over at the bed, then started to see River had sat up. So slowly and quietly he hadn't seen her move at all. She wasn't looking at him, her eyes were unfocused. "Not gonna find me," she whispered as she slid to her feet. For a moment Book was too startled to move or say anything, then realized that a combination of the drugs and her dreams seemed to be causing her to sleepwalk. He decided it was best to move aside and let her past him rather than wake her and possibly face a violently loud scene. She seemed calmer now than when her eyes were closed.

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Move past the Shepherd and his Symbol. Not relevant. She heard his thoughts as she slid her compartment door open . . . wrestling with the angel . . . sleepwalking . . . better to let her go and follow . . . not wake the others.

The numbers loom in her path as she makes her way past the infirmary. Blocking her with their hard curves and solid facts. Slowing her down even more than her heavy legs.

Neozolpidem. 50mg. A high dose reserved for only the most agitated of paranoid schizophrenics. Causes drowsiness, fatigue in limbs, lucid