It happened, you died of a heart attack right in your bed, while your husband slept peacefully next to you. He and your child mourned you for a long time, suffered for a long time without you.

Until 10 years later, the doorbell rang. Ghost approached the door, slightly opening it to look at the little girl on the threshold. He slightly rudely said that she might have the wrong house, to which the girl frowned at Riley.

• What, you didn't recognize your wife, Riley??

Ghost's eyes widened for a few seconds, until his brows furrowed.

• Look, girl, go where you were going before I throw you out by the scruff of your neck.

You narrowed your eyes, frowning just as much.

• Are you saying that 5 years of our relationship is nothing to you?? Are you saying that back then, at that base, I was wrong about you?

After your words, something in Ghost's head snapped. Little drops of tears started to appear in his eyes as he looked at you. It was definitely you... no one else. He lowered himself to your height, gently hugging you.

• Oh, that's it, I'm alive... Take your hands off me, or they'll think that after my wife's death I was drawn to the children.

You grinned. Riley couldn't put you down yet. Even though you were a child, even though you were smaller, he just couldn't believe that you were alive...