After another hesitant moment, Phillip pulls enough of the blankets off his head so he can talk to his grandfather. But he's still kind of burrowed in the comforter.

The little boy bites his lip, trying to figure out how to say this. "...I got an Echo," he starts, carefully- he doesn't want to get banned from the network before of this, "And, um... I was apparently something really bad. And I know I don't have to be it or anything, but..." It was still really scary.