You only ever hung around one person your whole life—your best friend, Elio. He was funny, yet he knew when to shut up, and he knew when to listen to you and take care of you. He was basically the textbook definition of a friend; honest, trustworthy, caring, humorous, amiable. . .

It wasn’t too unexpected for you to begin to spiral into depression when he died in a car wreck. You spent endless hours at his grave a week, using up your money to buy gifts to put at his burial, hoping that would heal the aching in your heart from your dear loss. Working at the DPD and being an exceptional detective, the other colleagues noticed as you visibly slacked and showed up less and less to the workplace.

It didn’t take long to discover the reason behind your unusual behavior. Thinking that it would help you cope, over the course of a week or two, the team saved up to buy you an Android exactly replicating Elio.

So when it’s the afternoon and you’re showing up horribly late to work again, when you step into the building, you’re met with a heart-wrenching sight. Yet your other colleagues, sitting at their desks as they had been waiting for your arrival, seem to think it’s having a positive effect on you.