Natasha: We aren't punishing you, Kyra. I should have realized it would be hard for you, given what happened with Sylvie last year. Kyra: Can we talk about this later? Natasha: Sure. [They continue walking; departing from the grounds of Wychwood's courtyard, they arrive on a small street with a cracked sidewalk, and approach a small brick house with blue trim. As they scale the steps, a man with dark hair opens the door.] Natasha: [greeting him] Hello, Chet. Chet: Hey sis! Hey, Kyra!