(Smudge and Spots are two kittens who were recently adopted by a Browncoat. On the night before this story takes place they were taught about the 'Verse--they watched Serenity 2005 with the aforementioned Browncoat--this is what happened the next day.)

“What is that?” He asks, eyes wide, heartbeat quickening.

“After last night's class there's no question my brother.”

Both kittens listen intently to loud angry buzzing.

“Reavers.” Smudge says.

“What about Food Provider?” Spots asks.

Smudge looks at his smaller brother contemplating what to do next. “You wait here.” He says taking tentative steps towards the far end of the bed.

“Wait.” Spots says following. “What if you don't come back?”

“I'm coming back.” Smudge says.

“What if you don't?”

“I'm coming back.”

“You can't know that.” Spots responds.

“I'm only peeking in the doorway, so yeah, I kinda do.” Smudge says. Our mostly white, tabby patched, multi-colored hero quietly makes his way to the bedroom's entrance. He peers out.

“Well?” Spots asks from the bed's nearest corner.

“Something is moving in there. I can't see much. The buzzing is loud. This Reaver must be angry.”

Smudge comments and takes a step into the hall.

“Where are you going?” Spots whispers.

“I can't see anything from here.” Smudge turns, looks squarely at his brother, and says, “You stay here. I'm goin' in.”

“What if you don't come back?” Spots asks.

“You're asking me that again?”

“You seem to know more about stuff than I do.”

“There's Food Provider.” Smudge points out.

“I like her but she doesn't really speak our language.”

“She gives us food and a place to stay. A way cool bed. You'll be okay.” Smudge says.

“I don't know the meaning of life yet.”

“We're cats, how deep do you really need to get?” Smudge responds.

Spots looks at Smudge with wide