EXT. SPACE

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INT. SERENITY - FOREHALL

Jayne is attempting to drag his destroyed mattress up the entryway to his bunk. It’s jammed tight. He lets out a grunt and yanks it through.

View moves up into the Bridge. Malcolm is re-stacking the crates in the fore storage area, strapping them down. River sits at the pilot’s console, legs tucked under her, messing with the screens.

RIVER: I ran the self diagnostic and foreign signal sweep. They never bothered to put a tracking beacon aboard us.

MAL (ascending the ladder to the upper deck): ‘Course not. Wasn’t a chance in the ‘verse we’d actually escape their evil clutches. Jonah in the whale’s belly we were.

River smiles at Mal and he gives her a wink.

View pivots 180 degrees and travels back downs steps, through forehall, past Jayne dragging his mattress around the corner to the fore/starboard stairs and into the galley. Inara is picking up the scattered articles. Kaylee is attempting to sort items into the various kitchen compartments.

INARA (carrying a stack of plates to the counter): I realize the necessity of a thorough search, but do soldiers honestly think a human being could fit into one of those?

KAYLEE: No. I just think they’re mean. They like to break stuff, ‘specially our stuff. I hope Paul made ‘em limp for a month.

Inara smiles, squeezing Kaylee’s arm.

View travels through the galley into the aft hall. We see the engine turning lazily in the engine room before view turns the corner and travels down the aft stairs. Camera slows as it approaches the Infirmary. Simon stands within, holding his Med Scanner near Paul. Paul’s eyes are still closed, his body relaxed. He is unrestrained. A single IV drips into the line in his arm.

Simon touches the screen on his Med Scanner. He shakes his head.

View travels from Infirmary and up into the Cargo Bay. Zoe is moving crates about, her shirt soaked with sweat. She hefts a particularly large crate and stacks it on another. S