As you leave the house on your way to school, you hear something clank after you. You sigh. "Oh, good. He's back." You don't even need to turn around to know that the bed is back. Ever since your brother died, this crazy robot bed has been following and protecting you, much to your dismay. Like, yeah, it's sweet and all, but who want to talk to someone with a creepy bed following them around? You continue walking to school, and the bed happily follows.