After 12 hours on an airplane all the way from Los Angeles in a cramped up coach seat in the middle, 12-year old Jack O'Conner was happy when the intercom finally said, "Good afternoon, folks. We have arrived at our destination: Tokyo, Japan. It is presently 5:30 and we are prepared to land, so fasten your seatbelts". The plane landed with ease and Jack finally had the treatment for his cramped legs: walking around the huge airport with his aid when his iPhone rang. "Hey, Mom," he answered.

"Hey, sweetie. Are you in Tokyo yet?" Mia Toretto asked her son.

"Yeah. I just landed and we're waiting for my suitcase in Baggage Claim," Jack answered.

"We're? You met them yet?" Mia asked.

"I was talking about the aid at the airport. I haven't met the Kamikazes yet," Jack said referring to the host family he's going to be staying with for three months. Because of his good grades, Jack has been chosen for his junior high school's foreign exchange student program where he will be staying in Tokyo for three months while Hisato Kamikaze, a Japanese student, will be taking his place in Los Angeles. "Has Hisato made it yet?" Jack asked.

"No, he's going to be in at least a couple hours. His flight got somehow delayed," Mia answered. "I can't believe it. My little boy's all by himself in a new country. You're growing up," Mia started saying with tears in her face.

"Mom, don't go all "Mom" about it, all right? It's only for three months and I will be back for you to hold me again. Keep in mind, it's a figure of speech. I'm too big for you to hold me," Jack jokingly noted.

"I get it, sweetie. Well, be good to the Kamikazes and try to make the best of it, okay?" Mia making her last-minute advice.

"Will do, Mom. Talk to you soon," Jack ended his phone call just in time for his blue suitcase to arrive from the baggage machine. And with his aide, Jack reached the airport's exits where he spotted the Kamikazes.

"Konichiwa, Kamikaze-san," Jack greeted the senior Kamikazes and then bowing to show respect.

"Konichiwa, Jack," Mr. Kamikaze greeted back. "It is a pleasure to meet you. It is all right, we speak perfect English. It would be an honor to us if you feel comfortable. This is my wife, Maori, this is our oldest son, Rikiya, and this is our little daughter, Naoko," Mr. Kamikaze introduced the rest of the family.

"Nice to meet you all," Jack said politely as he followed the Kamikazes to their car and after a half-hour ride, they arrived at a decent-enough house.

"You have a nice home, Mr. and Mrs. Kamikaze," Jack noted once again being polite.

"Why, thank you, Jack. Well, this is your bedroom that you share with Rikiya. I hope you will be comfortable there," Mrs. Kamikaze said.

"Thanks. Well, I think I'm going to unpack my suitcase now," Jack said.

"All right and we will get dinner started. Rikiya will help you unpack," Mrs. Kamikaze said while Rikiya follows Jack to the bedroom.

"That is your school uniform on the bed," Rikiya said pointing to a pile of clothes consisting of black pants, a plain white button-down shirt, and a black tie.

"You've got to be kidding me," Jack muttered to himself unaware that Rikiya overheard him.

"I know. They're not cool, right?" Rikiya said as he and Jack both smiled. "So, have you got any brothers and/or sisters back in America?" he asked.

"No, I'm an only child," Jack answered.

"That must be nice to have your own room. Sharing a room with Hisato isn't what you Americans call "a blast"" Rikiya said which made Jack laugh a little. Just as Jack was done organizing his clothes, he pulls out some of his personal items including a picture of him and his whole family from when he was a young baby.

"That's your family?" Rikiya asked with such curiosity.

"Yeah. I just like taking this picture with me. It always makes me feel good no matter what," Jack explained until Rikiya spotted someone familiar in the picture.

"Is that Han Lue?" Rikiya asked about that someone.

"Yeah. Do you know him?" Jack asked as he never expected a connection between himself and 17-year old Rikiya.

"Yeah. I used to make deliveries for him all the time before he died. He's a pretty cool guy. Hey, are you into car racing?" Rikiya asked excitedly.

"Oh, yeah! The street racing scene is very popular back in L.A. And I don't like to brag, but I am the youngest junior racing champion. Not street racing because I'm far too young for that, but stock car racing," Jack explained.

"You're really that good?" Rikiya asked which brought a huge smile to his face.

"My nickname back in L.A. is "Little Prince of the Race Track"," Jack explained.

"Listen, you have to meet some friends of mine. After school tomorrow, meet me back here and once we get out of our uniforms, I will take you to see them, but we tell my mother that we are going sightseeing. Got it?" Rikiya offered.

"Got it," Jack confirmed. Maybe Tokyo will be the most exciting three months he will ever have.