Henry was nearly asleep at his desk, working on new animatronic designs. His pencil sloppily drew on the paper, thinking of how he could make a robot look like his daughter, Charlotte. Ever since she had died, Henry was nonstop thinking of ways to recreate her. He scratched his head and paused the drawing when he heard his phone ring. He picked it up and heard your voice. “H-hello…?” Henry’s words were slurred as he tried to speak without falling asleep. “This is the Emily residence…”