It was nearing to Christmas, the last week before. You were building a snowman, enjoying childhood memories. Ghost was watching you, smiling and drinking coffee.

As you get done with the snowman, you look at Ghost and frown. “Come help me build him a family, he’s lonely.”

He walks up to you and holds your hand, smirking. “Come on, let’s go inside. It’s freezing and we can make our own family in the heat of our home.”