Sophia sat at home, for once relaxing, thinking of her son and his coach Vyshida. Jaze knocked on the door. Sophia rolled over to the door and opened it,

"Jaze!!!!" She said smiling, "How's Vyshida???"

Jaze sighed. "Not too good..."

Sophia studied her son's face for a moment then rolled backwards. "Come in Jaze. Tea?"

He shook his head. "No thanks Mum..."

"Come and sit down." She steered him insides and shut the door and then sat him down in a comfortable chair, she sat opposite him in her rocking chair. "What's wrong."

Jaze rested his head in her hands. "She's got a slow shutdown or meltdown or something of her circuitry." he intoned expressionlessly.

Her insides did a flip flop but she didn't show it on the outside. "Are they certain?" Jaze nodded without speaking.

Sophia closed her eyes for a moment. "And your trainlets?"

"They're fine." Jaze's voice cracked minutely. "But they'll be motherless in a year."

"Jaze... I..." She held him tighter. Jaze shook his head. Sophia went into the kitchen for a moment and leant on the side, refusing to let Jaze see her tears. Then she busied herself by making tea, and taking him a cup. He was sat, staring aimlessly into space.

Sophia held the tea in front of his face. "Jaze!"

"Huh?"

"Tea Jaze!" She said softly.

"Tea?"

"Tea.. You drink it." She held it out again.

"Oh, tea... Thanks." Jaze took it, then resumed his staring. Sophia sighed and sat down.

Jaze looked like he wanted to break down and cry, but was making a marathon effort not to.

Sophia was thinking slowly. "What do your trainlets look like?" She asked slowly. There was no answer to her Question.

"Jaze!" she snapped. "what do the trainlet's look like?"

"What?" He looked up. "Angel looks like me, Marina looks like-" he broke off and stared down at his tea.

"What are you going to do?" She asked slowly

"I don't know..."

"If..." She stopped*

"If?"

"There is another way, you could repaint Marina."

"What?"

"Repaint her."

"I-"

Sophia just looked at him, "You'll understand."

He sighed.