Thank you to those who read up to this point. Means a lot. However, the structure may begin to waver from chronological at this point forward to a disassembling viewing of my various stories of guardianhood. The official name for us was the Second Sentinel...something, ok, the last part changed every few utterations of it, we sorta just went with. Still remember their faces, bright youth, again, most of us were so young, and I wasn't the only one there unto threat of worse condition.
And as they promised, I at least had a room now to sleep in and keep things in. I had a room! That's so cool.