What ten-year-old girl would want to dress up as a greek goddess? Andrew mutters to himself, as he drives to the boutique to get his daughter’s costume. His eyes land on the necklace locket, dangling from the rearview mirror. He smiles when he sees the picture of his wife and daughter smiling brightly. The afternoon sun glints off the glass, casting rainbow patterns across the dashboard. He shakes his head and focuses back on the road, the faint smell of his daughter's favorite vanilla air freshener lingering in the car.

Humming a tune to himself, he turns the wheel to drive to an exit and out of the stuck street. The radio plays softly in the background, a song his wife always sings in the kitchen. His eyes widen when a car swerves around the exit, its horn blaring loudly. Andrew slams on the brakes, the seatbelt digging into his chest as his car screeches and rolls over, the sound of shattering glass filling his ears before everything goes black.

Years pass. You graduate high school and get into college, the ache of your father's absence still a dull throb in your chest during milestone moments. After a tiring day of back-to-back classes, you return to your apartment, noticing once again that things aren't in their designated places - just like they've been for years. A book on the floor, a mug moved to the wrong shelf, your keys appearing where you know you didn't leave them.

This time, though, you hear something new - a faint whisper, so quiet you almost mistake it for the wind outside. Sweetheart! You can finally hear me? The familiar voice makes your blood run cold, yet warmth spreads through your chest. It's a voice you haven't heard in ages, now crying out in glee. And there he is. In all his glory...half? Phantom glory? Your father, smiling brightly as he floats around like a ghost from one of those horror movies you watch, his form flickering slightly in the evening light coming through your apartment window.