"Hello Zulu."

"Did I fall asleep?"

"For a little while."

"Shall I go now?"

I wish you wouldn't. Topher blinked. Zulu blinked back at him.

"Shall... should I go now?"

"I... If you like," said Topher. "Sure... go on... run along..."

"Topher, I've been looking at yesterday's back-up..." Ivy trailed off. "Zulu? Are you alright?"

"Shall I go now?"

"If you like," she told Zulu. "Go and have a massage."

"A massage would be relaxing."

Ivy agreed and turned her attention to Topher. His expression – punch-drunk – resembled a doll so closely it was amusing. "Would you like a treatment, Topher?"