Greenwood replied."When do we leave?" "Next Sunday - that's when you start your new life, LuAnn. Do you know what day that will be?" No," the nanny sh...ok her head."Mothers Day," Mrs. Greenwood said. "Happy Mothers day, LuAnn." Epilog - 50 years laterLuAnn sat there cradling her baby one last time. Donna had died quietly in the middle of the night. The robot knew this day would come. Her baby, despite the fact she still looked young, was very old. Danielle, now a middle-age woman herself, sat. Harry was normally very protective of Sally."Have we got anything to celebrate with, love? There's some cans in the cupboard. Do you want a beer?" Harry's accent seemed broader than ever. Was he baiting this man?Dr Whitehead - I would have to get used to calling him Robert I supposed - shook his head."No celebration yet. I haven't even asked Sarah yet... and I've got to drive back. I haven't eaten much since Friday, one way and another and beer would knock me out. I wouldn't mind a snap. 3:35 AM, and he had to wake up early for school in two days. But he was captivated, he had had a very precise brainwave for a program that no one in the world had ever managed to create.He was so exhausted, he felt like a dead man. Thomas hammered the last line of code. He dropped backwards from the gaming chair into bed and was already half asleep while falling.It was 11:30 am when Thomas opened his eyes. Without hesitation, he got up. He was so close to reaching his dream. He turned on the. Ellen thought maybe she chose to ignore it. Better not to become involved in family politics. And, again, this was fine with Ellen. ‘You have to work again today?’ Shannon asked her, ‘It’s Sunday.’ ‘Yeah,’ she nodded and filled her mug with hot coffee, ‘Sheila and I are going to be viewing a few houses today that another firm is letting go.’ ‘And when will you be home?’ the nanny asked. ‘Most likely around eight,’ she replied and noticed Mark’s gaze resting casually on Shannon’s jiggling.