"So, all of time and space, where to this time?" He asks, leaning up against the console. "Um, actually, could we go to a drugstore?" "Why?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. "I um... I'm um... I need something."
Teach your children well, Their father's hell - did slowly go by, And feed them on your dreams - The one they picks, the one you'll know by.- Don't you ever ask them why, if they told you, you will cry, - So just look at them and sigh And know they love you.