Yup, as one might possibly guess, I based this one off of the River Tam Sessions. Mostly the episode was intended to bring conclusion to a recurring role from the first season, and plant a teaser for something that comes later in this one. It also ended up showing some of the relationships which have sprung up, notably between Friday and her sister Monday.

Once more, I had to dive into the archives to find me some Riverspeak for Syl, and a couple of things from the Big Damn Movie (you'll see what I'm talkin' about). Some might complain it don't push the story forward that far, but hey, the season can be as long as I like. Also, look for an old, familiar face, now lost to us.

Serenity and the Big Damn Movie are belong to Joss. Every damn thing else is belong to me.

Feedback would be kindly accepted.

Session 2,332

Hunger.

It had become the single constant of her existence, the only measuring point by which she could gauge the amount of time she'd spent on this... ship. She recalled the rule of threes. Three minutes without air, three days without water, three weeks without food. She was mighty hungry. Mighty damn hungry.

She couldn't measure time in terms of sleep and not sleep. It didn't work like that here. There was no sleep. Not ever. The screams were eternal, and those shackled to the walls were never left unmolested long enough to drift off for more than five minutes. She wasn't either, but her torture was of a different sort. She didn't know exactly how long she'd been here, although if her stomach was accurate, it was a long time. She wished she hadn't finished her menstrual cycle three days before the gathering on Hera, that way she'd have a biological measure. If even that still worked.

She was confused.

Lack of sleep and malnutrition had a tendency to do that sort of thing, she thought. They were breaking her. She could feel it happening as they did it. Moment by moment by moment, they were tearing her apart. She didn't know why they bothered with the Faceless Man. She could have