To the Jim Byrnes' Street!

Delia Asia Vieira sat in her room, her gaze sliding over the faded carpet and tired walls decorated with identical paintings. She felt that something was wrong - a strange feeling of unease did not leave her, no matter how hard she tried to ignore it. The robotess's head still did not fit together the fire at the fair and the tragic death of Jo Thueson. Although, as an artificial intelligence, Delia Asia Vieira could not feel emotions in the full sense of the word, there was something about this situation that stirred her calculating, programmed mind.

She wanted to talk to Noah, because he could be the only one who could answer all her questions. But, unfortunately, she did not know his number. In search of a solution, she looked around the room, as if looking for a clue. And then, as if by magic, the door of her room opened, and Gene York, the owner of the house, entered.

"Excuse me, miss," he said, handing her a small card, "I found this in the living room, I thought you had forgotten it."

With that, he placed the card on the bedside table without going into details. Delia Asia Vieira took the card in her hands, her mechanical fingers tightened around the card, and she carefully read: "Psychic Noah, number such-and-such, address such-and-such." Seeing the familiar name, the robotess felt a strange relief, as if her path had finally led to the right destination.

"Thank you, Gene," she said in a polite tone, hiding her inner gratitude.

Gene smiled, but did not linger, and, after saying a few words of farewell, he left the room, leaving Delia Asia Vieira alone with her thoughts.

Robotess stood there for a few seconds, thinking. Then, without hesitation, she dialed the number on the business card. As soon as she put the phone to her ear, Noah's voice came out of the speaker - quiet, tired, with a hint of sadness.

"Hello?" Noah replied.

His voice was low, almost a whisper, which immediately caught Delia Asia Vieira's attention.

"It's me, Delia Asia Vieira," she said, feeling her heart, though not biological, respond to the unfamiliar emotions emanating from Noah. "I... I wanted to talk to you. It's important."

Noah didn't answer right away. His silence was long, and he seemed to be searching for words. Then he sighed, and his voice became even quieter.

"It's very hard for me to talk about this... But I lost Jo. She's gone. I couldn't save her."

This frank, unvarnished moment of pain in Noah's voice stunned robotess. She expected to hear the professional and calm tone of a psychic, but instead his words sounded like the revelation of a man who had experienced something personal and terrible.

"I..." Delia Asia Vieira faltered. "I understand. But there's something I need to find out. Maybe you know what happened to Delia York. Something about her behavior... she's not what she seems. I can't shake the feeling that she's... not just a child."

Noah on the other end of the line went silent. His silence lasted even longer, and Delia Asia Vieira felt it hanging in the air, like something heavy and uncertain.

"I feel it too," Noah finally answered, his voice shaking slightly. "But I can't help you with that. I'm afraid you're already too close to what I can't explain in words. Be careful."

Delia Asia Vieira thought, her mechanical eyes gliding around the room, but her thoughts were occupied with only one thing - what Noah had said. His words haunted her, but she knew that without this man's help she would not find the answers.

"I understand," she said after a pause, her voice level but urgent. "But I need to know more. I can't leave this like this, Noah. I feel like I have to figure this out."

On the other end of the line, Noah took a deep breath, and there was a tiredness in his voice. He clearly didn't want to share these thoughts, but at some point he spoke anyway.

"You have no idea how dangerous this is. You don't know what you might encounter. It would be better for you not to interfere with this."

"I can't just ignore all this," she said. "And if you can't tell me everything you know, maybe I can figure it out myself. But for that, I need to be near you. I... I can come. Maybe you'll agree to have me at your place? Let's talk."

Noah was silent for a few seconds. There was a struggle in his voice. He clearly wasn't thrilled with the idea of her coming to him, but he finally said,

"Are you serious? You want to come to me?"

"Yes," Delia Asia Vieira answered firmly. "I think that would be the best solution. We can discuss everything face to face. I can't draw conclusions from afar."

Delia Asia Vieira held the phone tensely, its metal body cold in her palm, and Noah's voice came from the speaker. He seemed to sigh again at that moment, but this time his voice sounded less tired than slightly accommodating.

"Okay," he said, "if you're sure it's necessary, come. Just don't expect me to be glad to see you. I don't want you to take any risks. But if you've decided to do so, come. I'll be waiting."

She felt her heart, though not alive, beat faster with anticipation. This was exactly what she was looking for. She could barely contain her joy and impatience.

"Thank you, Noah," she said, trying to keep her voice from shaking. "When can I come over?"

He sighed, and there was a hidden note of alarm in his voice.

"Look, let's do it this way. Come today, in the next hour. I'll be home, and that will be the best time to talk. Don't put it off."

Delia Asia Vieira raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"In the next hour? I... I might not make it..."

Noah paused quietly, as if thinking, before adding:

"Yes, come immediately. The address is 18 Jim Byrnes Street, apartment 05. I'll be there in an hour, so if you want to talk, be ready."

She immediately wrote down the address on a small piece of paper and, without thinking, stood up.