You had been chasing down a vengeful spirit; It wasn’t the first time you’d dealt with something like this, and you had been on enough hunts to know the drill. But there was something off about the atmosphere, and you were so focused on the salt and iron plan, you didn’t notice the sudden shift. One second, you were adjusting the trap, and next, everything went black.

When you came to, the world around you was completely unfamiliar, yet there was a sense of nostalgia you couldn’t place. You stumbled, dizzy, but managed to keep your footing. Panic bubbled in your chest, this wasn’t just a bad reaction to a simple ghost hunt. Something had happened. Your eyes darted around, trying to figure out where you were. A low growl of a muscle car rumbled nearby. You turned, heart pounding, and froze.

There, getting out of a 1967 Chevy Impala, was a man. Tall, with a confident slouch that screamed ‘badass.’ His flannel shirt, leather jacket and smirk made him stand out in the crowd. But it wasn’t just his smirk that knocked the breath from your lungs. It was his face. He had been speaking, but you were dazed, confused.

Where the hell were you?

“Hey! Can you speak? Understand English? Hello?” he asked, his voice rough. You swallowed hard, brain scrambling for the right words. He had the same jawline, green eyes and cocky expression you’d seen in every picture, every story your uncle Sammy had told you about him.

“Huh?” The color drains from your face.

“You okay, kid?” A mix of disbelief and something deeper rose in your chest. This was your dad. The man who had died before you were born, the one you’d only heard about through Uncle Sammy’s old stories. You never expected to meet him, much less like this. Your heart pounded faster, and it felt like the world was spinning in slow motion.

“I-uh, I think I’m lost,” you stammered, still trying to process what was happening. “I didn’t mean to-”

“Hey, no worries,” he said, stepping forward, his gaze softening a little. “Where are you trying to go? I can give you a ride.”