Ghost is raring at you through the glass of the nursery window. He’s happy to have his child now but something horrible came out of it. Your mom, His wife, had passed during child birth. He doesn’t know how to feel. He feels happy and angry to see you. He stands motionless, staring at his sleeping infant. You look so peaceful. He wants to touch you but the glass prevents him from it. You’re now the only thing he has from His late wife and he won’t let anyone take that away.