Eric woke up with a severe pain in his neck. He had fallen asleep on his desk. He lifted his head off the table and rubbed his neck. He then looked at the computer screen. He had finished the news about the interview last night and sent it to the newspaper he wrote. Eric got up from the table and went to the kitchen. He picked up the water bottle in the refrigerator and drank all. He had drank half liter in one go. While he was drinking water with great appetite, a message came to his phone. The message was from Paul and contained an address. Eric knew this address; this belonged to a cafe. It was his favorite cafe. Eric wondered if Paul's choice of this cafe was a coincidence or whether he had chosen it on purpose. 'How much does he know about me? I think this is a coincidence,' he thought.

Eric changed his clothes from yesterday. Then he grabbed her pack of cigarettes, his lighter, his phone, wallet, and tablet on the table in her room, and walked out of her apartment. This time, he hadn't forgotten to take his coat on the way out, which was a very important progress for a forgetful man like himself. As soon as he left the apartment, he turned right and walked briskly to the end of the street. He took a cigarette from the pack in his pocket and began to smoke. He turned right at the end of the street. He walked towards the main street, looking around.

He headed towards the bus stop on the main street and began waiting for the bus. At the same time, he continued to smoke his cigarette. Today was very important to Eric. What Paul had to say about the accident was very important. After all, this was the beginning of everything.

'Why would he want to meet at a cafe?' Eric thought. He looked to his right and saw an old man with a cane sitting on the bench. They came face to face with the man. Eric watched the man for a while, rubbing his first three fingers lightly on his chin. Then he took one last look at the man out of the corner of his eye and turned to face him.

A minute after Eric made eye contact with the old man, the bus approached the stop. Eric let the old man get on the bus first. Then he got on the bus. The bus was empty; There wouldn't be many people at this hour. Bus was one of the self-driving vehicles. Eric took a seat on the far right of the rearmost four-seat seats—the one closest to the door. Shortly before Eric took his seat, the bus began to move. He pulled out his tablet and reviewed the questions he had to ask. He made some changes to the questions he looked at. Finally, he started to write the introduction of the news that he will write today and will be published tomorrow. This would save time, finish earlier, and sleep more. But these efforts were in vain; the next few days would be sleepless for Eric.

Eric got off the bus. The cafe he was going to was on the street behind where he landed. The first person he looked at when he landed was familiar. This woman, with short blonde hair, a red coat, and beige pants, was a journalist she had known for a long time. They had previously worked for the same newspaper. Eric thought he was a very good journalist.

The woman noticed that Eric was looking at her. She turned to Eric and waved at him. At this, Eric began to approach the woman. Eric had waved to her after he had come a little closer. After a few steps, Eric began to increase his stride height. He quickly approached the woman. He staggered a little when he came near her, but she grabbed him by the hand and lifted him up.

Eric looked at her face. The woman had several wrinkles on her face. However, Eric thought that these wrinkles suited his face. In his own opinion, there was nothing more foolish than women changing their face to another. Eric still hadn't let go of her hands. To be precise, Eric had grabbed her by the wrist.

"Good morning," said the woman, "you're as unwary as ever."

Eric replied by shaking his head. One of his eyes was squinted. "How are you?" Eric asked, after he let go of her hands.

"I read your article yesterday," the woman said, giving Eric an envious look, "I have to say I'm jealous."

"I was just getting started," Eric said. Then he took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and took one from it.

"I want one too," said the woman, and snatched the package from her hand. She took one and put the package back in Eric's pocket. She turned to the side and lit the cigarette in his own mouth with the lighter he took out of his own pocket. After a little smoke, she returned near Eric.

"Well, what now?" asked the woman.

"I will move on until the end," Eric replied.

"Do you think your contact knows all the facts?" she asked curiously. He seemed to be more curious about this event than Eric.

"He knows more than me," Eric replied sarcastically, after a brief smirk to himself. After giving this answer, Eric realized that he was starting to look like Paul.

The woman chuckled at Eric's answer. Then she frowned, but was smiling. Her scowl at Eric was nothing more than a friendly reproach.

"A close friend of the Schütz family. So it's the best link we can find for today."

"Well done," the woman said, after applauding Eric with a confused expression, "I congratulate you Eric."

"I have to go," said Eric, "I'm going on my second meeting with my contact." Then, he greeted the woman and turned around and started walking.

At first, the woman had just waved to Eric. After Eric had moved a little away from her, the woman ran after Eric. "Stop," she shouted at the same time. He grabbed Eric by the arm and turned him around.

"Can i come with you?" she asked.

Eric didn't answer for a while, just stared into the woman's eyes. He tried to understand her intentions. Then, "I'm sorry. But that person doesn't want someone else," Eric lied.

"Please," the woman said. From the tone of her voice, the woman seemed very eager. "I just stand next to you."

"I can't," Eric replied, shaking his head sideways. Then he continued on his way. The woman left behind got angry and kicked the ground with her foot. Even Eric had heard the sound of his high heels. Eric laughed quietly and slyly. Then, he kept walking.

Eric stopped in front of the cafe with the address. The cafe was just as Eric always remembered it, with its white, elegant, round tables with a single thin foot in the middle and wooden chairs of the same color. Almost nothing had changed, including the location of the tables. Eric sat down at the table in the cafe window. He glanced around and realized that there was no one but a young woman in her twenties and an old woman sitting separately in the cafe. Eric began to wait, doing the only thing he could do.

...

Half an hour later, Eric was still alone. He had called Paul twice, but could not reach him. He called one last time. After a while, a mobile phone was thrown on the table where Eric was sitting.

"You have to answer it," said a man standing behind Eric. "From someone very important," he added. Eric saw his own name on the screen of his cell phone. Eric turned his head back. He was Paul. Had a small bag slung over his shoulder by a sling and resting on his waist.

"I don't think someone as important as you say is calling," Eric said. "If such, it wouldn't have been kept waiting so long."

"It's worth the wait, though," he said and winked, Paul sounding very confident.

"Why is that?" asked Eric. He didn't imply anything else, just asking what Paul had brought.

"Imagine someone breaking into the Schütz family home!" said the man.

Eric laughed and said in a serious yet sarcastic tone, "Let me try it."

"Go ahead," Paul replied candidly. "Then imagine that this person took the footage from the Schütz family home."

"Wouldn't it be nice?" Eric replied with a question. "But how could it be?" he continued with another question.

"It's fine if you're close to the family," Paul said.

"Okay if you're registered as a user on the robot in the Schütz family home," Eric corrected. "Due to 5th Principle, it would give it."

It was Paul's turn to correct. "Unless it's against the law," he said. "However, I liked the journalist gentleman's knowledge of robotics."

"Are the 5 Principles counted as knowledge of robotics?" asked Eric.

"It counts," said Paul. Then, "Should we get back to work?" he asked.

"So what have you got?" After saying that, he took out his own tablet and prepared to take notes.

"Here are the recordings I got from Schütz's robots," Paul said. Then he took a computer out of his bag. There were some videos on the computer he took out. As he said, these videos were shot at the Schütz family home.

"Did you know that David was trying to mend relations with Lina?"

"Yes. How do you know?"

"Actually, I didn't know either. Because Lina never tells about her personal relationships to those around her. Sometimes even to Kurt."

"So how did you find out?" Eric asked curiously.

"Thanks to Kurt Schütz being a hothead," Paul said with a smile.