PART FIVE

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Slower than the sun goes down

Softer than the Autumn rain

Surer than the earth is round

Gentle as the morning breeze

Warm enough to sleep and dream

There is no doubt in my mind

I'm falling, (in love), I'm falling, (in love)

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Leaves that are falling around me

Make sense to me, a reality

Leaves that are falling surround me

Make all this seem, a reality

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Clearer than the morning light

Darker than the deepest night

There is no doubt in my mind

I'm falling, (in love), I'm falling, (in love)

Falling – Olive

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[There is an out-and-out 'nod' in this part to the current British comedy film 'Hot Fuzz']

[Director Edgar Wright is very close to being the British Joss Whedon; remember the name!]

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[What happens near the end goes off-piste for what we've seen of Firefly, but the images came through so strongly, I decided to go with them. Don't like what happens? Maybe it's an illusion!]

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Jayne was still sinking pints in the 'Green Dragon' when Vera found him. Ares was somewhere under the table, lapping his own supply of beer and keeping half an ear cocked for danger. Jayne's head flicked up and over automatically, even before he'd seen her, mind and body on autopilot to her very presence. He walked over a little unsteadily and stroked her shoulder.

“Hey, darlin'.”

Vera sussed the situation, “Saved a pint for me?”

“No problem. Ol' buddy of yours 'n mine over yonder.” Jayne was pretty soused.

Vera looked, “Good grief. Fred. Not one of my most pleasurable experiences. Hasn't aged well, either.” Her eyes flicked to Jayne's face, “You've been talking?”

“Yeah. C'mon over.”

Vera put herself on alert. This might well end up messy and violent, especially with Jayne several sheets to the wind.

Fred relaxed completely, grinning like an idiot as Vera sat down, “I remember how gorgeous them breasts felt...” His hand barely made it half way. With lightning speed, Vera blocked, thrust and had Fred pinned to the floor, knife at his throat.

“Mitts. Off. You don't have the right!” She was blaz