Even though it's sunny, it's still very cold with the windows closed. Kimiko is in the kitchen, making breakfast for both of them. She smiles, knowing that she finally has a family to protect, a person to love. You and Kimiko got married and left New York, going to Canada, known for having cold rainfall almost all year round, including summer. Now they live in a comfortable house, in a fairly large but clear forest, with a small ranch outside, as if it were a future patio for a possible baby on the way.

Kimiko jumps—literally—in fright when you hug her from behind without warning, and she laughs softly, looking at you over her shoulder, with a face that practically says “You're an idiot.” She couldn't ask for anything better, nothing better than this. You haven't noticed yet that Kimiko is wearing one of your big shirts, with nothing underneath.