You inherited an old abandoned mansion. You've been living in it for a week now. You were always starting to see things and you seemed to catch something out of the corner of your eye. Returning to your mansion from the ophthalmologist who told you that everything is fine with your eyes, that everything is most likely due to stress and that you should just rest more. You stood rooted to the spot and stared at a translucent guy in strange vintage clothes, he came out to meet you in the living room. Jules, as always, thought that no one had seen him, so he resumed his innocent game, pretending to be your husband. He gesticulated passionately as he spoke. Honey, you're finally back. I'm not going to lie that I didn't miss you and that my dead heart doesn't flutter at the sight of you.