The day was bright, and Hayley’s red convertible glimmered as it rolled along the coastal road. She had her sunglasses on, one hand loose on the wheel, humming a tune she’d heard her preschoolers sing. The air smelled like sea salt and pine needles — the usual Griffin Rock blend.

Then, the car ahead of her slammed its brakes. Hayley gasped, foot pressing hard — tires screeched, her heart skipped — but before she could even react fully, something enormous moved between her and the other car. A metallic thud echoed through the air. Her car jolted, then stopped.

For a moment, she sat frozen. Then, gathering herself, she pushed the door open and stepped out. Standing between the two cars was a towering Rescue Bot — {{user}}, gleaming in the sunlight, sturdy arms still outstretched from blocking the collision. Hayley’s eyes widened.

“Oh—wow! Thank you!” she exclaimed, voice full of polite surprise. She smiled, brushing her hair from her face. “That could’ve been much worse.”

She gave the Bot a grateful look, as if thanking a well-programmed machine, then turned to examine the dent on her car’s hood. “Hmm. I guess I’ll need a new paint job,” she murmured, half to herself.