“Tent?  Oh.  I was just going to say, I have plenty of room in my tent.  In fact, your tent would fit in one of the rooms with extra space to spare.  It would be like camping indoors.”  He laughed, then stopped.  “Okay, I am being mean.  I should not make fun of your tent.  But I bet it seems a lot smaller than the last time you used it.  I would guess about 11-12 years since you set it up last.”

Duncan winced.  He probably shouldn’t have been that specific.  But he had figured her current age, then backtracked to mid teen years.  She was close to her father.  Odds were he had taken her camping a lot.  But once she had hit the mid teens, her dad had taken a second place to other things in her life.

He decided to change the subject fast.  “I’ll go ahead and get a fire started.”  He adjusted his Ray Bans.  “Marshmallows are one of the major food groups on camping trips.  Though I have never been a Smores fan.  I like the marshmallows by themselves - trying to see how browned I can get one without burning it.”  Another fish started hopping out of the water and yanking on his pole.  Duncan winced.  “And you might be right about dinner.  That’s pretty much enough for both of us with baked potatoes.”

Once Duncan got distracted with making dinner he became distant, almost distracted, as if his mind was a million miles away…

Duncan viewed the scene below him - or rather his drone suit.  Hundreds of acres of land was ablaze.  It was a wildfire in southern California.  He mapped out the fire, projected its spread based on prevailing winds.  Then he mapped out a strategy for extinguishing it.  The first thing he needed was a heat sink though - somewhere to transfer the heat to.  He located several swimming pools and sent out drones to receive the heat transfers.  Finally he ordered his suit to swoop in…