Armor makes for decent protection, but that doesn't mean Wash is willing to chance it. He made for one of the houses as soon as the telltale rumbling started, barely made it into one of the wooden structures in time. The roof is partially caved in, more or less trapping him up against one of the walls, but at least he's in one piece.

Breathe in, slow, and try not to think of the Invention going down on Sidewinder. Glass blown in over the infirmary, red emergency lighting everything in an infernal glow. His heart, galloping in his ribs. The certainty in his lack of certainty, his mind spinning off from its fragile cables.

This isn't then. This is now.

Wash shakes his head to try to clear it. Tries to place himself, and in placing himself, places the voice calling out to him.

Is that -

"Texas?"