"You could be on the other side of the city and you're never too far for me to visit Kamui, you're my son." She walked into the apartment, always the vision of white. Unlike most of the women in the city, Serenity didn't conform in many ways and she didn't conform in the raising of her son. If anyone ever asked when the late Mamoru Chiba was alive, they would say he made the money, but she wore the pants and it was no different in the raising of her son.

She set her shawl down on the hat hook and she glided over to the table, examining the paperwork.

"Let's have some tea and sit hmm?"