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There had always been someone waiting for him, a light left on, every time he came home. The quiet that greeted him now felt strange to Cillian Forrest. He opened the door.
Cillian Forrest stepped inside, turned on the lights, and called out. For a long moment, there was no reply.
"Sophie Wexler?"
The house was perfectly quiet. No one answered.
Cillian Forrest then went to knock on Sophie Wexler's bedroom door, but there was still no answer.
He pushed the door open and went inside. The room was spotless, the blanket folded neatly on the bed.
Cillian Forrest's expression wavered. 'Where is she?'
'She should be home at this hour. Where could she be?'
Just then, Tammy slid over. Seeing him, it spoke in its cute, robotic voice, "Cillian Forrest, you're back."
Cillian Forrest immediately asked Tammy, "Where's your owner?"
