"Weird thing happened this morning," Nida admitted as he tapped at his wrist device, before holding it up for Seifer. The screen is so small and he hates it, but he still is pleased at this. "Along with the boxes there was this.

It's not long. A kid that is clearly Nida sitting at a kitchen table, kicking his feet as a woman that looks a lot like him chops onions and a man stands at the stove, preparing rice and talking over his shoulder to them both.

"My family."