In the passenger seat of the car, M.O.F. stares outside the window at ’s scenery. They were leaving the hospital, which means they were leaving the metropolitan or downtown area. The buildings normally reached 30 stories tall and the traffic is horrible. Business men and women scurry around in suits, carrying briefcases. A few streets later the Fosters were in a whole different part of the city. Things here are little more rundown but still functional. Graffiti covers most of the walls and minorities of all sorts walk the streets. Many visitors would call it "the hood" but the residents know its not as bad as the media portrays it. A couple of more turns and they are pulling up in there subdivision. It’s a quiet neighborhood and a nice place to raise some kids. Which is the exact reason why Granddad moved the boys there.
During the 45 minutes or so trip, Matt couldn’t help but think of his near death experience but even more so bout Kashisho. Was he an ancestor, a random spirit, or did his imagination just make him up. Besides how would Matthew “unlock” him if the only time he ever saw him was in a dream. Unfortunately Matt is forced to push these concerns aside to make room for real life. His bullet wound has almost healed but still aches so he cant move as much. But he tries push on with aid of some painkillers. It getting late now and he wont have to go to school the next day so he decides to stay up a little later. With some chips and orange juice he watches most of his old tapes of Bushido Brown.