“Dana, Dana, come on, please wake up,” Michael repeated his plea while shaking her shoulder slightly harder. Dana grew more restless in her bed as...Michael’s intrusions into her sleep became harder to ignore. Finally, blinking her eyes, Dana turned to face Michael, opening her eyes as she turned.“What the fuck? What are you doing in my room?” Dana asked, annoyed.“I don’t know where I am, I don’t remember what happened yesterday, I woke up in a strange place, I really need to go to the toilet,”. The nurses had worked out a program for me, I would wake up, they would feed me, then medicate me and I would sleep for about three to five hours, they would feed me again and medicate me again and I would sleep again, worked for me, no pain (well not much) unless they moved me, my wife on the other hand came to see me every chance she got, a by product of the damage was a permanent hard-on, it just stuck up in the air twenty four seven, she would close the door (and put a chair against it). " I was arguing with Robbie. I should know better. The only time I ever won was on the baseball field, and we weren't on the field now. "Why?" I had a chance to check out the judges. The other song wasn't gonna work." So? It's not like we care about winning. It's just one of the requirements for vocals."Robbie gave me one of her looks. The kind you'd give your grandmother with Alzheimer's who couldn't remember her own name. "It's always about winning."I sighed. "Let's see the music."The year. She had filled the woefully barren vaults with her hoard, while her more conventional treasures had been spread throughout the manor’s many rooms. There was a real library where she could store her books, while her suits of decorative armor and her ornate weapons were displayed within the previously empty halls. It was like the whole manor was her lair, and she seemed to revel in the opportunity to show off her collection.Even if the peasants happened to stumble across something that they.