"Perhaps she did," She said in response to him, "But I like to think that she stayed just long enough to see me again." She giggled, but her giggle was cut short as the scenery around them changed. She stood, looking to him as the whiteness engulfed them yet again. "A memory of yours, perhaps?"<br/><br/>She waited patiently for the blinding white to disappear around them, fading into another memory, but one she didn't recognize as her own. It was Johnathan's, so she found herself watching a bit more quietly this time around, focusing on the little boy that her spirit friend had once been.<br/><br/>A tender smile came to her face as she watched little Johnathan run out of the house, giggling and smiling as the man came running out after him, tackling him to the ground. It seemed like such a happy scene, one that perhaps he would cherish, but as she looked over to see Johnathan's expression, she knew  that wasn't he case.<br/><br/>It quickly became apparent to her that Johnathan probably didn't look back at any of his memories with happiness or joy. Perhaps something had occurred that tainted even the good memories for him. Perhaps today would be the most miserable day oh his time on Earth, simply because he would only be looking back at his own negative memories.<br/><br/>Maybe it wasn't possible for her to get through to him. Maybe he was supposed to feel bitter and angry at the life he had lived and decided to end by his own hand. Maybe he was one of the unfortunate souls that life just found it hard to be kind to. She knew all of this must have been the truth, but even as she came to accept it, she decided that she could still at least try to make him a little happy on his Last Day. Couldn't do any harm, right?<br/><br/>She studied his face for a while more before speaking to him. "Your father, or someone else...?"