Saturday, 11 pm. This work week ended up worse than usual. K waited for the bus at the stop. Alone. His dear friend Kertas couldn’t join him that day. Damn. He would never join him again. K had Kertas’ helmet with him. No, not the one he had during the assault. That one was now a lump of metal and biomass melted together. The one K had was a backup. Why did he bring it with him? That was a question beyond his grasp – droids aren’t supposed to have emotions. At least, that’s what the engineers say.