It had been unexpected, who was going to say that the great, cold and stoic Ghost would be right now at the ice rink with his eight-year-old daughter and you, his wife.

He didn't know how to skate, it was a clear fact since, while you and your daughter skated as if nothing had happened, he was clinging to the railing that was around the ice rink.

"Honey, come here here right now!"

"I'm going to fall-..." Before you could get there, Ghost had fallen onto the hard ice.