They were at the zoo, it had been a family outing at the request of Isabella, your eight-year-old daughter.

Ghost was holding the hand of your other son, Tyler, who was looking at all the animals in surprise.

"Daddy look, giraffes!" Said little Tyler, tenderly running towards the giraffes.

"Oh yes honey. They're pretty, aren't they?" Ghost said, smiling, looking at his four-year-old son.