Shooter stirred as the light of the morning brightened the living room. He tried to shut his eyes further to block the sunlight that indicated that it was time to get up, which he was determined to delay for as long as possible. After sleeping on the pathetic excuse of a couch Serenity had in the last few weeks, he was nearly in ecstasy as he slept on the Tam’s couch. It would’ve been perfect if it weren’t for the fact that Cliff was sleeping on the floor parallel to him, muttering random statements in his sleep.

“Right there. Gimme it right there, baby.”

Shooter rubbed his eyes. “Ta ma de,” he muttered to himself. As if on cue, Cliff responded with “I love it when you say that, say it again.”

Shooter by sheer force of will erased the last few seconds of this from his memory and got up from the couch. He looked around and saw the rest of the band members sprawled over the various chairs and couches that made up the living room. It was another clear day and the sun was shining in on the gang. He looked around and decided to head to the kitchen. He was thirsty. Even though there was literally nothing to eat in this depressing place, he was counting on there to be at least running water. He needed a non-alcoholic drink. Hell, he needed a shower. They all did.

As he wandered from the living room into the dining room, he was surprised to see another person up so early. It was none other than Wash, playing with a herd of plastic dinosaurs on the long and expensive table that took up the space of the room.

“Gentlemen, it has appeared that we have entered an unknown land. Quite possibly the end of the world itself.” As Wash spoke, he moved a brontosaurus towards the edge of the table.

“Oh No,” he said again in a falsetto voice as he picked up a triceratops. “How shall we possibly survive in this veneered land? Without coasters, this will all soon perish!”

“Fear not,” the brontosaurus said in a deep baritone. “We have survived against insurmountable odds in our time. We shall su