Cate had a moment of minor panic and horror when Darrin asked her, with a youthful impediment, if she was in fact her mother, but it was swiftly replaced by a warm and fuzzy feeling that she found to be so odd.  Did she look<em>that</em>old?!  And why was the fact that her colleague, now miniature-human sized, was fingering through her hair with sweet tiny little fingers more important in that moment?!  As she stood and turned with his movement over to her console the ensign caught her reflection in one of the screens.  A small percentage of hairs on her head were now pure white and she had to take a deep breath to maintain her composure.<br/><br/>Her eyebrow cocked as he began dancing strangely.  "Go ..." she repeated questioningly.  "Oh, GO?!  Oh ... um ..."  Cate knew Sick Bay was the best place to go, given his rapid de-aging, but before she had a chance to scoop him up and head for the turbolift Darrin darted off.   "Nonono!" she mumbled with wide eyes, immediately laying chase to the small child.  There were just too many places a tiny human could get hurt on a starship.  Her breathing was slightly more labored, she noted, as she attempted to follow him down the hallway, and every fiber of her aging body hoped that the crew's think tank was coming up with a solution quickly.