Reginald Lewis steps out of the cab near the estate. He'd helped James in the selection of house, and hence had been invited to visit it sometime. It'd taken a while, but he'd finally pondered it and went groundside on Denver. It'd been a while since he was on this planet...
The air felt the same, at least. Slightly cool and fresh. He breathed in deeply, and smoothed his shirt. He wasn't sporting navy fatigues at the moment, instead opting for simple and casual clothing.
As far as he knew, James should be home at this hour, along with the child he was taking care of. Lewis walked up to the door and knocked three times, firmly.
