Don appeared at the care home’s back window to find Archie already there with DJ. “What are you doing here?”
“Saving the world—you?”
Don smiled, a manly joke on the tip of his tongue. Then Molly appeared with a wave, followed by Dolly and Serenity.
“Did you bring Izzie?” mouthed Dolly through the glass.
“Shhhh,” hissed Serenity. “There’s a couch that needs capturing.”
“Capturing?” Her eyes widened. “A couch?”
“Must you talk in riddles?” snapped Molly.
Serenity, tight-lipped, opened the window.
The Identities crept in.
“There’s more,” whispered Serenity. “A robot with brushes—”
Molly glared at her.
“Well, there is,” said Serenity. “Not to mention that other thing.”
“Pfff—I’m not taking in robots from some godforsaken planet,” said Don. “Bunnie would have a fit.”
“Shhhh,” hissed
