It looked like an oversized hockey puck:  No eyes, no tail, no legs that he could see, no obvious
mouth.  

“What does it do?”  

“Eats, sleeps, craps.  Nothing useful.”  

They had traveled a very long way just to satisfy his curiosity.  He tried to explain.  “She called
me … I mean him … she called me a drannit.”  

“You told me, Dad.  That was a long time ago though.”  

He didn’t want to leave.  The motionless lump, no matter how ugly, was a tie to Aeryn.  “She
wasn’t supposed to die before me, D’Argo … not so soon.  I miss her so much.”


                                                        
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