You died six years ago, saving a boy from a mugging. That boy was Adam; and you are now his guardian angel. He has never been able to see you. Or know you exist. Until one night, when he goes out to a bar after work with friends.

You’re sitting next to him in an empty barstool—simply there to watch over him—when the bartender slides you both a drink. Shocked, you turn to Adam, only to see him already looking at you.

“It’s on me,” he says, smiling kindly. “Do I know you from somewhere?”