Ishihara Residence

Kazu grit his teeth and realized he was going to have to let his Navi fend for himself as he pulled onto the freeway and put both his hands on the wheel, where they belonged. "Sorry about this, Memoriam," he said, putting just the tiniest bit of extra pressure on the accelerator. "That Sword chip should hold you over for a while. I'll be back with you soon." He swore under his breath. He didn't want to lose this Navi now.

Now speeding along the highway at almost 70 mph, Kazuhiro Sachio Ishihara realized why he was so eager to get Memoriam up to speed: He wanted to show him to his wife. His wife... Jean.

He sighed and concentrated on the road. He'd be home to her soon.

A few minutes later, Kazu had parked his car and was at the door of the house, fingers hovering at the handle. Something seemed... wrong, somehow, but he was surely just imagining it.

With a quick wrist action, he turned the knob and swung the door open, pushing with his shoulder out of habit so that he was all the way into the room before he could even see what was going on. Whatever he had expected, it wasn't to see a boy in his living room.

Perfect timing. Jean had no idea how to answer the boy, yet she didn't want him to think that she didn't want his company. "Honey," she said towards her husband, "You remember the paper boy?" She had forgotten his name.

Mark jumped up, blushing a little as he did. It was hard to say why his face had suddenly turned red, but Jean thought nothing of it. She didn't even notice. "I, uh, better get going... So... yeah." He zipped through the door and was out of the house before Jean could tell him that he forgot his watch on the table.

"Silly boy," Jean said quietly; to Kazu, but also to herself. "He forgot his watch." Jean looked up at the silhouette of her beloved Kazu. "You're home very early. You must be excited about your new Navi."