"I will miss you too, Isobel. I will miss you very much." "As much as the things in the museum?" "As much as those. More." Isobel stood up, leaned over and kissed the metal cheek of the one opposite her. "Then it was worth it." "All prisoners assemble on the runway," a harsh voice boomed over the loudspeaker. "Perhaps someday I can learn to return love," the robot said. "You have done more than that. You have made me happy." "Come back safely, Isobel." Isobel d'Larte ran to the runway and joined the other prisoners. They looked at her strangely not understanding her smile. Isobel barely noticed them, for she was happy. Someone cared for her. That was the important thing. _Someone cared._