“Excuse me,” said Reala, “I think I’m lost.”

The human walked past without a second glance.

“God, I’m lonely here,” sighed Reala.

“Oi!” came a voice from the tree.

Reala turned to see a bright orange bug clamped onto the bark.

“Think you’re lonely?” asked the bug, “I’m so lonely, whenever I use Skype I only have Echo to talk to.”