"What signal?" Zoe asked as she began searching her memory to see if she could figure out what her husband was on about. Last signal she remembered was about a week ago and it was about a job. And somehow she didn't think that was what Wash was talking about. "Wash?"

"It's nothing," he answered. "Go to sleep lamby-toes."

Zoe stared at the back of his head as he turned on to his side. She shrugged hoping the next day would bring more sense out of him.

The next morning Wash quickly kissed Zoe before he left their bunk. He was going to the infirmary to steal a pad of paper. Simon always kept paper there for his sister to draw on, so she would be occupied while he worked.

Wash sat at the breakfast table dividing his time between looking at his breakfast and the notes he had scribbled on the pad.

Mal finally asked, "What is so goram important on the bridge? Outside of piloting?"

"Nothing," Wash said drawing what looked like a settlement on his note paper.

"Seems like you're going through a whole of trouble if it's nothing son," offered Book.

Wash finally looked up and saw varying levels of curiosity in the faces around him. Except for River's. She seemed to know what was going on. Simon leaned over and looked at the pad.

"A settlement?" Simon asked looking at the drawing.

"I've been tracking this signal," Wash finally admitted,

"Tu whubba who? What signal? Why wasn't I tol' about any goram signal?" Mal asked.

"I never mentioned it because it isn't or wasn't an Alliance signal," Wash said. "Also I pick up lots of stray signals as we fly."

"Not Alliance," said Simon relieved. "Then what kind of signal was it?"

"Browncoats it seems, Independents at least. I've been following it every time we're in this direction. Now, all I'm getting is dead air."

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