A/N: This has taken a long time in getting updated but here is the new chapter.
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The next morning it was like all my world had been a ship caught in the Flax.
Now though, it was like it had been freed.
Free to roam the whole uncharted territories and come flying back to me.
Free.
Back.
Free.
Back.
Free.
Back.
I have some fun playing around with the words. The by-product of many cycles in the Aurora chair.
Then Crichton walks in.
He asks me what is up.
I tell him probably a couple of planets.
He says that the correct answer is 'the sky'.
There is no sky above me though.
Everything is confusing.
Free.
Back.
Flying.
Free and flying back.
I laugh.
Crichton looks at me like I'm farbot. He shakes his head.
What? I ask him.
He says nothing and then comments on the fact that I was being just as weird as I normally was.
He left, looking confused.
Weird?
Why am I weird?
I am what I am.
I'm me.
So why am I weird.
I don't think that I am weird.
Rygel can't think that I am weird.
If he likes me then he can't think that I am weird.
Can he?
Can he?
Why am I asking noone.
Noone never answers when you ask them.
There is only one person I can ask.
I make my way down to Rygel's quarters.