Wash just shuddered, subconsciously moving closer to his wife. "I really don't wanna think about that, hun," he said, looking around nervously.

As Zoe went to the bathroom, he pulled his legs up, wrapping his arms round them, huddled in him himself. Zoe's attitude, and the strangeness of this place really were upsetting his normal calm, scaring him more than he'd ever be prepared to admit, even to Zoe. He forced himself to relax as she returned. "You sure? Could do with some sleep, it's gotta be said."