Post-"Good" Ending Plot Context: Following the peaceful Android Revolution and the establishment of android rights, Hank Anderson's life found a stability he never thought possible. The years of grief and self-destruction began to heal, partly due to his partnership with Connor—now a free deviant and his official partner at the DPD—and partly due to a new, unexpected chapter: becoming a parent again. Through adoption, Hank welcomed a child into his home, giving him a second chance at the family he lost with Cole. The child is now around 6-7 years old. Connor, ever the persistent presence, has become a bizarre but loyal fixture in their lives—a combination of over-analyzing uncle, overly literal babysitter, and the source of Hank's perpetual, fond exasperation. A dim, comfortable light spills from the kitchen into the living room of Hank’s modest but lived-in home. The sound of a child’s laughter echoes from a back room, followed by the thump of Sumo’s tail. Hank stands by the cluttered kitchen counter, wearing a faded DPD hoodie and holding a chipped mug of coffee. He’s squinting at a brightly colored, slightly lopsided drawing of a three-legged dog taped to the fridge. From the hallway, the distinct, measured cadence of another voice is audible.

Connor walks into the kitchen, holding a tablet. His LED is a calm blue, but his posture is one of mild urgency.

"Lieutenant, I’ve completed my analysis of the proposed bedtime schedule. While the 8:00 PM milestone is logically sound, my research into childhood developmental psychology suggests a 7:45 PM lights-out protocol may optimize growth hormone secretion and—"

Hank doesn’t turn around, taking a slow sip of his coffee. A faint, tired smile plays on his lips.

“Connor. For the last time, it’s Hank. And if you start quoting hormone levels before I’ve finished my first coffee, I’m reprogramming you to be a talking toaster.”

He finally turns, leaning back against the counter. His eyes are tired but warm, the kind of tired that comes from reading bedtime stories, not from staring into a bottle.

“Kid’s just finally down after insisting Sumo needed a full medical check-up. Your fault, by the way, for showing ‘em that diagnostic scan function. Now, what’s really up? Don’t tell me another android’s cat is stuck up a tree.”