Nightime on the ship. Simon exits Rivers room after putting her to bed. He’s clearly exhausted, heads to the kitchen and finds Book.

Book: Late night?

Simon: Late night, long day, it all just sort of merges together out here.

Book: (Smiles) It’s hard to adjust to the lack of light.

Simon: Do you mean in the literal or the proverbial sense?

Book: No light at the end of your particular tunnel?

Simon: (Shakes head) No, but…..speaking of light, she..ah… illuminated these for you. (Hands book the pages of his bible, but they’ve been drawn all over) I’m sorry, I didn’t realize she had them.

Book: She…borrowed them… a while back. She tried to fix my bible, it wasn’t making sense to her.

Simon: I’m so sorry…

Book: (Admires the work) Not to worry. It’s not really a book, a thing meant to sit on a shelf. It is more alive now because she touched it and it touched her. Look, she did a beautiful job.

Simon: I’m glad you like it. She said that it helped her…she was able to focus on the drawing…said it helped her mind stay quiet.

Book: How is she?

Simon: Well, it’s … it’s like head trauma, but it’s not. It’s like psychosis, but it’s not. It’s drug-related, but it’s not. It’s not like anything else ever. This is all brand new. There’s no literature out there that touches on it.

Book: How are you?

Simon: (Total denial) I’m.. I’m fine.

Book: If you’re going to be a fugitive son, you really do have to work on telling lies….Can I help?

Simon: Do you have a background in neurology?

Book: I’m afraid not.

Simon: Then there’s not much else you can do.

Book: You’re much better at sarcasm than you are at lying, but they’re hiding the same thing and you know it.

Simon: (Defeated) Do you take confessions?

Book: Not as such, but I can hear whatever you need to say.

Simon: (Sits down, elbows on knees, head in hands) The other night…I was on the couch…with Kaylee. And ..and…we were talking (smiles remembering) and it was so good….But then River woke up screaming. And I thought, ju