<br/>Real age 22,  Reversed age 4  (full reversal happens after makari leaves the deck)<br/><br/><br/><br/>Nobody seemed to be listening to him.  'I don't like this.'  Darrin though.  'It's weird in here now, and why is the Campatain looking so mad.'  He could feel his chin begin to quiver, but he knew he had to try and be a brave boy.  He kept his head towards the buttons in front of him and his headphones on.  His head hurt and his tummy felt funny.  Shifting his head slightly, he could see the big man, the blond one who was funny and smart, but not the Captain.  He frowned, he should remember what the man was called, 'Makari' is his name I don't know the other part.   "He bit down on his lip."  "I'm gonna be in trouble cause I gotta know that stuff... names and things, and I gotta go pee.'  He whimpered softly, so no one could hear.<br/><br/><br/>He wanted to roll into a ball and hide under the desk, but he didn't want the Campatain to be mad with him or the other man neither.<br/><br/><br/>When the noise and red lights started, Darrin jumped and if the comm unit hadn't been already attached to his head, he would have clapped his hands over his ears.  Instead, he just stood, big eyed, staring at the flashing screen in front of him as one by one the others began to leave the Bridge.<br/><br/><br/>His own breath sounds loud, and things are so much larger than they were before as the distance between him and the consul where he works seems to become so much further away, even though he isn't moving...not on his own anyway.  A thin, boys arm reaches out one slender finger to poke at a flashing blue whirl, but it's lost in a sea of black and gray uniform.  It doesn't matter though, his hand is too short to reach.  The =/\=  from his Ensign's uniform had fallen somewhere around his knees.  He kicked his way out of his pants and boots  and looked around.<br/><br/>Finally, unable to take the noise and sound, Darrin, for the first time, disobeyed a direct order and sat under his consul for a cry.