It was now eight o’clock in the evening.

After committing the address to memory, Xyla Quest cleaned herself up and left her room.

As usual, Stanley Batton had prepared breakfast in advance.

After breakfast, Xyla sat on the couch and watched the news on the television while Stanley did the dishes in the kitchen.

He had turned on the robotic vacuum cleaner, and it was now doing its job diligently.

Everything seemed to be in order.

When Xyla turned around, she could see Stanley heavily occupi