It was a busy lunchtime in the Baudway Sector, but the sign on the door of Dot's Diner said 'Closed'. Bob pushed at the door, and found it unlocked.

The lights were off, and all was quiet inside the usually bustling eatery. "Dot?" he called, his voice sounding strange in a silence that was all but forgotten in the hi-tech metropolis of Mainframe.

He ventured further into the diner, halting when he heard soft sobs coming from the kitchen. "Dot?" he said again, and pushed open the door. There, huddled against the dishwasher with a crumpled letter in her hands was Dot Matrix.

"What's wrong?" he asked as her teared-up eyes met his.

"It's my uncle," said Dot. "He's... dead."

"Oh Dot," said Bob sadly, and took her in his arms. "I'm here for you."

"Thankyou," she whispered.