[@Flynn] Guess what I did. I read the whole story. It is actually pretty neat.
I could see myself improving. From a bastard not spacing things and writing fast, rather than pretty, I turned into....well me. But with all that said I still think this is my favourite post.

[hider]Williams runs through a field of wheat, looking at the sky. The time is young and he runs in circles, his hand skimming the crops. Few hours later he finds a spot to sit down at, after the tireful running. He feels like he is a child again, not having to worry about anything. Suddenly a flashing light wakes him up, making him fall out of the bed in suprise. "What the hell was that?" He looks out of the window, only to find that they are no longer in hyperspace. He makes his bed, and slowly walks to the cockpit, yawning. "Mornin" He scretches his arms and sits down in the chair. He fiddles with some monitors with dizzy thoughts and looks at various data displayed on the bright screens before turning to Flynn. "How long have I been sleeping? I feel like a train hit me." [/hider]