A WEEK LATER...BACK AT JETSON.....

Kira jerked the moment her ears pricked with the sound of the incoming vehicle. She dropped her cutlery and left the dinning, straight into her room.

Lydia sighed.

The house had grown cold again. It had lost it's spark again.

No one agreed to talk. She couldn't ask Mason what was wrong. Kira wouldn't speak either. She'd gone mute. Barely leaving her room and disappearing into it whenever Mason came home. Youngsters are really just complicated.

The door finally opened and Mason walked in. His suit in his hand as usual, his tie loosened and his suitcase in his hand. Lydia's new assistant - Zoya,...