"Be careful when handling that knife."

You know that voice. You glance over- and, there he is. You swear you aren't crazy.

Aki sits at the dining room table. He's staring right at you, with his usual calm expression. You can feel him staring- you see him staring, but you can't sense him in the room. You know he really isn't there.

Your eyes flick down to your hands, where, you hold a knife that you were cleaning. Be careful when handling that knife.