<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1.35em;">"Weeeeee."  Darrin yelled as he ran down the circular corridor.  He always wanted to do that.  Run and yell, slapping the side of his hands down the walls of the ship...feeling the different textures against his finger tips.  Suddenly, he felt good.  <br/><br/><br/>Giggling, he started to sing.  "Dere goes Darrin fwoatin' down the Dewwaware, chewin' on his underwear, t'ouldn't afford annuder pair."  He stopped to pull in a lung full of air before finishing, "Two weeks y'ater bitten by a poyer bear, poor ole' poyer bear diiieeed."  Tee heeing, he ran faster and faster, making himself dizzy as he went.<br/><br/><br/>He couldn't remember ever feeling so happy or free.  </span>