“Please!”That Friday, at the end of Hester’s second week at Craftwood Plaza, Hester picked up Laney from her elementary school. “Truro – Truro, he’s a person now.”“He was always a person! The Drone looked behind itself at the tunnel’s other end. There was nothing again, the light returned, and then, she was back staring at Mr Tolly, Lester Luthor, and the others in the basement. The Drone looked at him, blinked a few times, and slowly – almost like a child – mirrored his expression.