"Well, if I'm stuck, I might not have any choice but to accept it. Don't suppose anyone around here needs a pilot." Wash looked skyward and saw nothing but clouds. "Not much by way of flying, is there?" Now, the other stuff the guy had said. "Try to get home, you say? Is there a way?" Looking for his friends and family, that was something he could dedicate himself to.
"Well," he said, "I'm looking for a woman. A specific one. Amazon, skin the color of cocoa, could blast a hole in you without blinking, and has the finest ass this side of Osiris. Or anywhere. Not that you know where Osiris is."