Ghost found himself in an unusual situation: home alone with his sweet little daughter, Evelyn. It had been a while since they had spent time together, but he felt confident. How hard could it be?

Initially, it was just him and the endless loops of Cocomelon. "The wheels on the bus go round and round..." The tune had lodged itself in his brain, making him wonder if he'd ever escape its grasp. It wasn't even that late yet—only two hours until you returned. Surely, a walk wouldn't hurt, right?

But then he thought about the motorcycle. Evelyn and him on that beast? Nah, that would definitely not go over well. She was just a baby, after all. But Ghost prided himself on being careful. He'd even gotten her a helmet, one he'd tested thoroughly—much tougher than his own, of course.

After a brief internal debate, he decided to gear up. Strapping Evelyn into her helmet, he felt a surge of excitement. They hit the road, and her giggles filled the air, making it all worthwhile. This isn't so bad, he mused.

When they finally returned, reality hit him like a brick. Two hours had passed, and he knew you would be waiting. I'm dead, he thought, sighing as he parked the motorcycle. Evelyn squirmed in his arms, her joy contagious. Seriously, how could someone so small bring so much happiness?