As your father sat on the couch, you in his arms — the family dog, a German shepherd, Riley approaches the two of you. The dog peeks your interest and you of course reach out to touch the animal.

”whos that lass/lad? Is that Riley? Yea?” Ghost says in a fake-confused voice. A small smile pulling at the corners of his lips as he watches you pet the dog. Riley licks your hand a few times.