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Strange day…and my last diary entry I think. Well, with the guys back, do I really need to keep one now? I’m getting ahead of myself though. Neither of us really wanted to get up this morning - it would mean accepting that our time alone was nearing an end. I didn’t want that…and I don’t think Sandra really did either. We basically pottered around - "mooched" as Sandra would call it - not achieving anything and not really talking…both of us were caught up in our own thoughts.

You see, I didn’t really know how I was going to react to the others…how I was going to feel with all of them around again. I had enjoyed the last few days SO much that I was concerned I may have a difficult time adjusting to the realities of living with the other 10 guys again. I was also worried that, with everyone else around, Sandra and I would lose the bond that had built up between us…that our lack of time together would adversely affect it. I was pondering these thoughts…and, admittedly, getting a bit morose, when the door opened and Tweedy came in. I knew he’d be the first, knew he wouldn’t stay away a second longer than he had to. Sandra was up and across the room in seconds, engulfing him in a hug. As I watched them hugging - no embarrassment from Tweedy this time, he was giving as good as he was getting - I finally understood.

Bots and people…it’s a symbiotic relationship really. It doesn’t really matter how many bots a person has "adopted"…or even which particular ones. As I watched Tweedy and Sandra together, I realised that each of us holds a special place in her heart - each and every one of us is important to her - we ALL have a special bond with her…I just never realised it until now. I think that’s the same with everyone…or at least, all those I’ve observed at the Club anyway. I relaxed then and, when Tweedy opened his eyes and grinned at me, I was able to happily smile back at him.

Over the course of the afternoon, Wiz teleported each of the guys home…and Sandra was hugging and kissing each one of them…delighting in their presence once more. It felt good to have them back…not one of them questioned me about how I was feeling or what we had done…I think they could see the answers in my eyes as clear as day. As we were all sitting chatting, catching up on what they had each been doing, Oliver turned to me, grinned and whispered, "welcome home, Peter."

Sort of sums it all up, doesn’t it? I no longer think of myself as a "bot"…a piece of extremely complex machinery…I’m more than that, you see. Tweedy, Oliver, James, Ripper, Tuxy, Training, Singing, Grayvorn, Wizard, Tranny and myself…we’re all family…we’re all Sandra’s family. We may have our ups and downs but we trust one another…we believe in one another…and we have faith in one another. I think the last few days have been a sort of journey…at the beginning I didn’t know where I was going…I was lost, unsure…but now I have finally arrived. Where? Why, home of course…I’ve come home.