Road made it a point to be an extremely good child. Why? Because good children always made a lot of friends.

Road made a lot of friends. She came up with new ones every day.

There was Shelly and Juliette and Marie - they were sisters. But Road didn't like them all the time; they gossiped too much.

Captain Poirot was a nice boy. Always trying to help people. He was always available but Road didn't like to share.

Kenny and Elouise never did like her; they only cared about each other. And Danny-boy was never the same after his little bunny ears were torn off.

Sadly, no matter how nicely Road behaved for her family, her friends frustrated her to no ends. Bored, she'd call them into existence, and bored once again, she'd just as quickly rip them apart.

She needed a new playmate. Someone who might drink tea with her perhaps? Tiki and Lero would do for now but…she wanted someone a little more…alive. A little more…human.

Someone interesting like a real person. Not one of her relatives, not a half-whispered dream.

She'd put an ad out and check in the morning.