<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b5/Cowgirl2.jpg)</div>Some days, the walls of the ship crowded in on a body.  When they were busy, working hard like folk should, it wasn't a big deal.  Sweat and sore and tired all took over and you were just grateful for a meal, a bunk and that good feeling of having done an honest day's labor.  In between times, like now, the ship got a might small for Sarah Beth's liking.  Staring out a port only helped so much, but the Black was no substitute for pretty blue sky above you and the wind in your face even if the stars were brilliant pricks of unwavering light unlike anything you ever saw in the night sky.  Sarah Beth had taken to walking around the corridors like a possum stuck in a trap, looking for a way out.<br/><br/>Difference was, possum didn't know there wasn't a way out and kept looking.  Sarah Beth knew the only release would be when they made planet fall.  She'd be right there by the cargo doors, itching to hear them hiss and pop her ears as they opened.<br/><br/>Around the cargo hold, down the corridor past the infirmary, back and up the stairs and make a lap about the upper deck then back again.  Once.  Twice.  Halfway through thrice, she was outside the Captain's Quarters when Sarah Beth heard the faint sound of some right angry and ugly talk coming from behind its door.  Frowning, she paused before it then rapped hard with her knuckles.  "Cap'n?  Y'all okay in there?"<br/><br/>