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[tightpantscapn]

Truth be told when all was said and done, it felt good to be different again. It wasn’t the same kind of different, and it certainly wasn’t the sort of different she’d go around picking, but it wasn’t awful. At least that was what Paige was going to tell make herself repeat in some sort of mantra

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[crazyspacegirl]

River rolled over, muttering something about bananas, because that was what she was dreaming about. Bananas that were likely to turn into bombs at any moment, so she wasn't too upset about being woken up, though usually she got up much earlier than Mal did. She was just too sleepy to worry yet.

"What?" She snuggled closer without opening her eyes. "Is it morning?"

[tightpantscapn]

"Maybe," Paige started, not exactly certain how someone could determine what time it was inside what was this thing, a ship of some sort? A bus? Clearing the throat that did not belong to her, she tried to figure out how best to delicately phrase this.

Chances were it was going to fail no matter how she worded. "How do you figure it? Now, this is goin' to seem mighty strange to ask, but who are you?"

[crazyspacegirl]

"I usually look at the clock." Mal didn't really sound like he was being silly, and the next question woke her right up.

"I'm River," she said, sitting up and staring at him with her eyes wide. She didn't think she could stand it if Mal didn't remember her anymore, but one look at him made her pretty sure that wasn't the problem. "Who are you? I'm pretty sure you're not my husband in there." She pulled the blanket up over her, not wanting someone else using Mal's eyes to look at her like he did.

[tightpantscapn]

That would make a lot of sense actually and it would have been easier had Paige had any idea where the clock was and what it even looked like. Did it even look like a normal clock? Was it digital or analog and why was she worrying about that instead of something normal like where her own body was?

Covering her (well, his) eyes up with her (his) hand for the sake of poor River's decency, Paige sat up and sighed. "Name is Paige Guthrie and 'm round 'bout certain that the island has gone done something again. Your husband is somewhere else, ma'am."