(At a disclosed suburban neighborhood)

"And remember: no schoolwork for at least a week. Give the missus my regards."

He understood as to why pediatricians no longer made house calls, he was an exception.

A hand was held before cerulean eyes, the glare of the sun too much for him at this time in the morning. Grey, almost silver, bangs framed around his handsome face. He closed the screen door behind him, his braided ponytail swinging in the motion.

He picked at his physician's uniform, the pristine white coat and light blue dress shirt a bit too stiff for him. The same could be said for his white slacks.

Maybe he should have used more fabric softener.

"RING RING RING! PHONE CALL! PHONE CALL! RING RING RING-"

He set down his tool bag and held the phone to his ear. "I'm presuming this isn't a social call?"

The wind whistled by as he listened.

"She did what?"

Fingers gripped buttoned sleeves tightly before sliding over the phone's tabs. He frowned at what he saw.

"I'm going to run damage control," he said, voice drawn taut. "I'll stop by Terminal and see what I can do. Knowing Carm, she's probably going to pay a visit as well. Don't think either of you are going to get off lightly for this. Irresponsible is an understatement."

He hung up and pinched the bridge of his brows.

Then again, a reunion without collateral damage would be against tradition.

A fond smile pulled at his lips. Some things never change.