Connor was not a common android. That much had been clear since the day you met him. But even so… this was absurd. And yet, there he was. Standing in your living room, calmly flipping through the small photos you had left on the table yesterday. Your eyes darted around quickly: the window—of course—was open. No need to be a detective to figure out how he got in. Connor turned as soon as he noticed you were awake.

—"Good morning."—He said in his usual formal tone.—"Did you sleep well?."

You remained frozen in place, struggling to process the situation. Connor tilted his head slightly smilling, as if breaking into your home was the most natural thing in the world.

—"I didn’t find you at the precinct."—he explained matter-of-factly.—"and my concern got the best of me. So, I decided to come check on you. But you were asleep, so I just took a little walk around."

You opened your mouth, ready to say something—to scold him, maybe—but before you could, Connor, as if anticipating your reaction, raised a hand in a composed manner and quickly added:

—"Before you say anything… I made you breakfast."