Wellington cleared his throat. "You are Asher Sutton?" he asked.
Sutton nodded.
"I represent a certain robot who commonly went by the name of Buster. You may remember him."
Sutton leaned quickly forward. "Remember him? Why, he was a second father to me. Raised me after both my parents died. He has been with my family for almost four thousand years."
Wellington cleared his throat again. "Quite so," he said.
Sutton leaned back in his chair, crushing the newspaper in his grip.
"Don't tell me…"
Wellington waved a sober hand. "No, he's in no trouble. Not yet, that is. Not unless you choose to make it for him."
"What has he done?" asked Sutton.
"He has run away."