“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.”