Cuthbert's lounging near the fire, as per usual, feet propped up on the table in front of the couch, next to a half-empty cup of coffee.

His expression is thoughtful, and somewhat puzzled--he's still turning over what happened yesterday in his mind.

The thing about being the one of the couch-by-the-fire regulars who's job mostly involves hanging out in the bar is that very often, Cuthbert can get there first, and have it all to himself until someone makes him move ( Read more... )

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Cuthbert's things are arranged neatly, on or near his desk. Lined up along the front are several notes to go with the following items, along with a longer letter containing the full list.

Lined up one one side of the desk are fourteen badges that look like ident cards from the crew of Serenity's universe, but read "Professional Ka-Mai". There were ( Read more... )

It's early morning, still dark outside. Cuthbert and Susan are asleep, curled around each other.

And in both of their minds, the sound of beating wings has been growing steadily stronger for almost an hour.

(come come come COME COME COME)They jolt awake at virtually the same moment, gasping, first glancing desperately about the room with unseeing ( Read more... )

It's morning, and later than both of them are usually awake.

But Susan and Cuthbert are still asleep in each others arms, and the only movement from either of them is when Cuthbert shakes his head briefly and then buries it in a pillow, as if hearing some sound

(come, it's almost time, come)

and trying to ignore it and sleep on.

It's dark outside. Not so terribly early, but the mornings are darker and colder both, these days.

In the Allgood residence, it's also dark, but not cold--at least, not for Cuthbert and Susan, who are asleep, wrapped in blankets and sheets and each other.

It's late morning--time is getting ever harder to keep straight, but Cuthbert feels fairly certain it's not yet noon ( Read more... )