And so, Siobhan and the dear sweet Kittyhawk, brokenhearted at the loss of MalcolmReynolds, found a way to brighten things up by taking teatime on the Thames. They met with a buyer for the painting who gave Siobhan some diamonds in return for it. She had them placed into a large gold necklace, with the name “Stormy” written out. The diamonds sparkled, a light hue of pink, possibly from blood, and Kittyhawk peed himself promptly.

They still missed MalcolmReynolds, and they felt it had ruined their trip to lose him, and so they decided to go back to the states. Siobhan entered the same airport she had flown into, with a uniform on, and got onto a plane before boarding. She slit the throat of one of the pilots, and told the other to hightail it to New York. When they landed, she slit that pilot’s throat and cut off his thumb and gave it to Kittyhawk. Kittyhawk smiled and put it in his mouth and peed some more. As they were driving into Queens, they heard a boy giggling in a car ahead of them. Siobhan knew exactly who that giggle belonged to, and she pulled out her trusty pistol and fired at the driver.

The car drove off wildly into a streetlamp, and Siobhan had their driver pull over. Amethyst and MalcolmReynolds exited the limo in a daze. Siobhan looked at Amethyst and said, “He’s My nephew.”

Amethyst replied, “I’m Mama Lush.”

They both looked at each other for a moment, and Kittyhawk peed himself some more due to the tension. They all went out for a newly opened Mako Taco restaurant and drank Diet Coke. It was a warm summer’s day, and Siobhan was overjoyed to be with both her nephews again. Kittyhawk was still chewing on the thumb from before, and Siobhan wiped some blood from her blouse. MalcolmReynolds giggled away and banged some silverware on the table. Tepid walked into the restaurant and took a seat with Amethyst, and they were all happy that day. Siobhan went off to powder her nose in the restroom, and when she returned, she found both of her boys gone. She broke into tears, and considered ending it all, with a gun already in her mouth, but she decided better of it. As Kittyhawk’s smell lingered on his chair at the table, she knew she would have to get them back at all costs.