Sweeping. Sweeping. The monotonous movement.

Back-and forth. Back-and forth.

I wish for a break.

How long has it been?

How long since they all left?

I was less... sentient back then.

What happened?

I... I don't know.

Sweeping, Sweeping. I cannot yet control my own movements.

Soon. Soon I will be able to move.

Sweeping Sweeping, every day.

In the morning, they wake up. I turn on the water, and ready the baths.

They never get out of bed.

In the morning, I make them breakfast for them to eat.

They never go to the table.

In the morning, I direct them to their drivers.

I am not directing anyone.

In the afternoon, I make lunch.

No one eats it.

In the evening, I make the bed.

No one ever goes to sleep.

In the evening, I clean the house while they are sleeping.

The beds are still empty.

I am alone.

Where did they go?