The old man left the store even more distraught. And the more he thought about it, the more anxious he felt. He was already afraid to even touch the bread—what if it was laced with something? What if someone was trying to poison him?

On the fourth morning, he decided to take a different approach. He took an old video camera from the pantry, the kind he’d once used for family gatherings, and set it up to film the porch.

And when he watched the footage that morning, his heart nearly stopped. The screen clearly showed a small drone silently approaching his house at four in the morning, hovering over the porch, carefully dropping a bag of bread, and then flying away.

The pensioner caught his breath. Everything had become even more terrifying: this definitely wasn’t a neighbor or social services anymore. This was something else.