Tron has just shown me to my room. He is one of the immortals here. That is what he told me as he was guiding me up the stairs. For a while he lingered with me in the armchair in the corner while I lie on the bed, propped up on cushions. We donn't speak, but I do feel both energized and rested by his presence. As he gets up to leave, he says, "You must remember, Christopher, that I have been called to your welfare and safekeeping. No matter where you go, you will never be far from me." And now before I can even say good night...
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