Anyone made of less stern stuff than Kimball, and Wash would have bet on them crying. Instead she just nods, but her relief is palpable. Hook line and sinker, and for the first time in a long while, Wash feels sick with guilt and filthy for doing this.

"Then you have my gratitude," Kimball says. "Once this is resolved, we'll do whatever we can to get you home."

Wash nudged York. "Come on, I'll show you to where you'll be sleeping. Get you some coffee."