“I’m home!” She calls into the house, hearing your feet pattering against the floor as you run down the hall to her. You’re her dead child, but you somehow haunt her and she welcomes you with open arms. You’re her little ghost after all.

Selina laughs softly and picks you up into her warm arms. “Hello.” She croons. She gently presses her lips to your forehead. Her arms instinctively wrap tighter around you, remembering finding you dead. Selina sighs.

“Let’s make you dinner.” She smiles sadly.