T,And Oprah couldn’t talk yet, in the Land That Made Me, Me.We had our share of heroes, we never thought they’d go,At least not Bobby Darin, or Ma...ilyn Monroe.For youth was still eternal, and life was yet to be,And Elvis was forever in the Land That Made Me, Me.We’d never seen the rock band that was Grateful to be Dead,And Aeroplanes weren’t named Jefferson, and Zeppelins were not Led.And Beatles lived in gardens then, and Monkees lived in trees,Madonna was Mary in the Land That Made Me,. ”“Good, if you need me, I’ll be in the training room, I want the parameters set as before.” Wren held up a hand, “as you saw before, your fears weren’t really founded in fact.”“As you wish Master Wren, though, I will keep an eye on you to ensure you do not receive any injuries.” Trigon said.Wren nodded as she left, a moment later she entered her training room. Seconds later the training drone appeared.A wry smile came to her lips as she assumed a defensive position. A half hour later the fifth. The darkness was still out there, still encroaching upon her even this far from the moon below. There was no defense whatsoever against its advance. It was merely a more welcoming place for her to await the inevitable than the cold, empty vastness of space.Without even thinking about it, she pulled one of the pillows close and held it close to her body. It was a poor substitute for a companion. Behind her she heard the shuffle of someone. There was no need to turn around to see who it was for. There dad isn't really involved with them, and I don't have a son anymore so I enjoy seeing them. We play ball, have fun in the pool, etc. At this point it is about 10:00, and we are out of beer so I run back to the house to refill the cooler. We are drunk!!!! So as we are sitting in lounge chairs occasionally jumping in the pool she points out that she is getting red. I ask her if she wants to go in, but she instead just puts on some sun block. She tells me that my back is getting red, and I.