The crew of the Serenity fills the on board Infirmary. Simon is standing on the side, holding Kaylee's hand, waiting to getsome biological information from the stow away. Zoe is standing behind Mal, with her husband next to her. Kaylee, holding Simon's hand, stands in the doorway, with River behind her. Jayne stands next to the stow away, with his prized Rifle, Vera, ready to fire. The Stow away sits on the operating table, with an olive green towel wrapped around his waist. Kaylee looks at him as if he were the love of her life. To her, the stow away resembles the Doctor. His oak brown, straight hair hangs down to his shoulders. He waits in the silence, as for them to take in his story. Mal, notices Book outside, looking in from the window, with a grim look upon his face.

"That's a convincing story," Zoe says firmly, beating Mal to the Punch. "Captain,"

"Yes, it was." Mal agrees, knowing he was going to say the same thing. "Now." Mal says as he stands in front of the stow away, and looks him in the eyes, the man's hair is blocking his own eyes. "You got a name?"

The stow away combs his hair back with his hand, uncovering his bruised face. Mal stares directly into the man's two different colored eyes. The stow away's left eye being a hue of brown, while the right eye is a dark shade of red. "My name's Traves." He says with a low, nearly monotone voice.

"Any last name?"

"I don't know it." Traves replies softly.

"SO, Traves." Mal says loudly, bringing Traves's head up form it's sag. "You fought in the war." Traves nodds slowly. "That was seven years, ago?"

Simon, just takes this as an oppertunity to get something done. Simon, connects a small white clip to Traves' index finger. Everyone freezes at the long dead beep of the moniter. Simon recalls the day when Mal's old war friend, Tracey, showed up with similar vitals.

"Uh... Doc." Mal says with a confused tone. "What's goning on?"

Simon steps around the table, and examens Traves' chest. "AH-HA!" Simon shouts. "An insision scar...