Frida glances back at FCG. “Thank you,” they say, a smile in their tone.

They could only hope they would never betray that trust.

Finding a quiet corner where they could talk privately, Frida then kneels down in front of the other automaton. “Do you remember… when we had all first met, and I had been bitten by Mr. Pock O’Pea while he had been a werewolf?”