Shiro was sitting in his office in Jokin care center, watching his son, Johnathan, play with a little stuffed animal. He was a cute guy, his reddish fox hair the same as his own. The phone rang.
"Yes? Oh yes, send them to the center, i'll be right down."
He got up.
"John? I have a friend over right now, you be good in here, okay?"
John looked up at Shiro.
"Sure dad. I'll be good."
Shiro left the office and went down to the visitors center.
"Okay send them in."