(Zoom in slowly on Wash's dirty and bloody face, partially obscured by his own arm and the relative dark light in the room. The words of Inara pleading for Wash to regain consciousness or for anybody to help them fade distantly into.. )

(Fade on Zoe's face. She appears to be lying on her stomach, resting chin on crossed arms. We see a bare shoulder.)

ZOE: I think it's strange. I mean, I think I should worry that we haven't found him yet.

(Shot of a puppy playing with a blue dog toy)

WASH: Found who?

ZOE: You know. You'd think he'd have shown up by now.

(Shot of Wash cleaned up and in a burgundy smoking jacket, looking down at Zoe)

WASH: Oh. Him. Well. He will. He's just not ready.

ZOE: You're not worried?

WASH: I never worry here. (Smile) I'm safe here.

ZOE: You don't know everything. About us.

WASH: Is there something I should know?

ZOE: No. But there will be.

(Wash smiles, reaches for something.)

(Shot of a paintbrush dipping into ink jars.)

WASH: So ominous of you. That's not our place, to look to the future.

ZOE: The river will not come to us, fiddler...

(tight close up of Wash's face)

ZOE: ... Listen to me. I am your ocean. Take it to the river.

(Wash frowns)

WASH: Don't have time to think about that. You know we have to get to the edge. We have to find him.

(The camera pulls back so we can see Zoe is lying face-down on her bed, naked, and Wash is painting on her back.)

ZOE: No. I don't know that.

WASH: Yes you do.

ZOE: You never preached to the choir, my fiddle.

(The look on his face indicates WASH realizes something important. It's a look of mild shock at first.)

WASH: You don't know me so well.

(And then disappointment.)

(Shot of Wash dipping the paintbrush again, moving it across to Zoe's back, which is covered with chinese symbols.)

ZOE: I know you've never been to the edge. You might miss something important if you hurry.

WASH: I don't want to leave here.

(Zoe twists back to look at Wash)

ZOE: Why not?