“Of all the Huh choo-shung tza-jiao duh tzang-huo.”

“Lower your voice sir.” Zoe says.

“My own daughter,” Mal exclaims looking towards the entry to Inara's shuttle.

“It has been over a year sir.” She points out. “It would be nice if you would make an effort to participate.”

“Participate? You make this sound like a gorram picnic. You may be having trouble understanding why I'm not in a hurry to do this. What I'm having trouble understanding is why everyone is in such a hurry to be done mournin'. I'm not ready.”

“I know sir but your children are. They need to be able to laugh again. According to the traditions of Inara's religion as well as that of your children there is a predetermined period of mourning along with a time to end that period of mourning. The time is now.”

Jayne peeks underneath the bed. “No. No Imala here. Where else can I look?” He says.

Imala's giggles can be heard across the room.

“I know, behind the bed curtains.” He looks behind each of the curtains, “Nope, no Imala there.”

Imala giggles again.

“Inara if you're not gonna help the least you can do is stop distractin' me. Where next?” Jayne asks. “Imala's a little girl maybe she's hidin' in your shoes,” he says making his way to the open closet.

“No I'm not.” Imala says. “Uncle Jayne. I'm right here!”

Jayne closes the door looking in Imala's direction.

“There you are Imala. Where you been hidin' little girl?”

“Sir, I've known you for a long time. This brooding, melancholy was gone a little while, Inara helped make that go away but now that she's gone its become a way of life for you. Your kids need to be something else. They need to do something else.”

“Inara's gone, without her I don't know how to do anything else.”

“They can't keep doing this. You can't keep doing this sir. It's time