The Universe's Mixer

Jo blinked. For a sec, she could have sworn that it had snowed before everything had cleared to this. A lot must have happened that she had completely forgotten about. Maybe retroactive amensia wasn't that bad of a theory anymore.

Either way, she was still over by the Park, a place that she had a habit of visiting every now and again. It wasn't a bad place; Jo was rather fond of it whenever she had a free moment. Apparently that meant she was there a lot, as she wandered around aimlessly. She wasn't sure what she wanted to do, or even if she wanted to do anything at all. She felt worn down and worn out. That was a feeling that was new to her, but she wasn't sure why. A weariness that she had never known had settled down on her, and the feeling wasn't all that welcome. She felt like a stranger, which in some ways she was in the City.

Settling down on a bench, she considered her options. There weren't a lot of them. She could always go home and never leave her apartment. But what would be the point of that? Reaching into her back pocket, she pulled out an old newspaper. Or a new one. She didn't know. All she knew was, she needed to busy herself, to find something to do.

"All I need now is advice, you figure," she said to herself. "Too bad ain' no one to give it."

Shameful. It was absolutely shameful that he'd been within the City for this long and this was his very first visit to its Museum of Natural History. Wash was far from being a scholar of Earth-That-Was, but had always had a healthy appreciation for the subject. Wash had thoughtfully wandered through the exhibits of ancient civilizations, local flora and fauna but it was no surprise that his eyes went delightfully wide as he followed his complimentary map into the large hall of dinosaurs.

Wash's eyes followed the elongated skeleton of the Apatosaurus as it climbed higher and higher to the ridiculously small head atop that long neck. The pilot cracked a smile as he looped around that first display. He'd seen quite a few things in his lifetime, back and forth form one end of the 'Verse to the other --but these gigantic creatures still captivated his imagination. Albeit an imagination that quietly gave them silly voices and traitorous plots for global domination. Folding the museum map, he shoved it into one of the leg pockets of his fatigue green cargo pants. He didn't need any more assistance, he was exactly where he wanted to be.