It's all pretty normal till, well. Wash sleeps. Then York tries his hand at it because sleeping should be fine, right? Turn off his brain for a bit and drift and...it's easier than it should be, the drifting. Finds himself in a house with a lot of doors- not familiar but. Familiar to Wash, probably. Step by step and he loses the armor, settling into the more conscious sense of 'him' that he's got.

Jeans. Grifbll T- a face. Hair. Blue eyes that flick around till he opens a door and finds- well. Wash. Wherever he's dreaming whatever he dreams.

"Hey buddy."