After a long day of fighting, Error was relieved to get home. Living alone could be depressing at times, especially on his birthday, but he’d learned to deal with it. He stopped celebrating his birthday, instead settling with a piece of cake, alone.

Well, here’s to another year, I suppose. It’s not like much is going to change.

Opening his fridge, and taking out the slice of cake he’d saved, Error sat down in the living room. He hadn’t bothered to turn on the lights, so he was merely sitting alone, in the darkness. Getting an idea, he stood up, and added a single candle, uttering a sad laugh at the miserable display. For a second, his eyes lingered at the door, as if he was expecting someone to knock, but he let those thoughts go.