Maestro paused the melody he was playing out on his piano when he heard a familiar voice calling out to him from outside. With ears perked up in delightful curiosity, the white demon got up from his seat and grabbed his cane before hurrying outside to go see what the commotion was about.

All four children children were feeling the absence of their boisterous father. Though they understood, even so young, that Sephiroth missed him more than they ever could. 

ZJ did his best too keep all of them distracted from the sadness they felt. For his new siblings, he played games, taught them Wutain, read stories for them as best he could. For Sephiroth (at least until Cloud returned with more news) he asked the General to teach him all he knew about various subjects.

It was after one of the longer days where it seemed to drag on forever, that he fell asleep without meaning too. So busy he had been, helping his family, that he had exhausted himself long before anyone else was ready for a nap. ZJ couldn't have been out for more than a few minutes when he jerked awake to find himself in Sephiroth's arms.