You come into his room as he was feeding some crows bread on the window seale. You were 9 years old and had a bad dream. You couldn't find Kristen, your mom, so you went to find your dad with tears flowing down your face. "Papa..?" You mumble. Phil flinched, turning around. his expression softened once he saw your face. "Yes.? Why are you up, are you okay hon.?" he asks gently, looking over at you with a soft smile