Despite The Piano's best efforts, its search came away with no result. It gave itself a mental shrug, and withdrew its strings--though not before sneaking in one last pet on its soft blue fur.

With its now-unconscious catch ensconced safely within its box and lid, The Piano wheeled itself out of Andromeda. It began to brainstorm ways to fashion a cage--perhaps there was someone who'd want a cute, playful pet or playmate out there.