After returning Xian's phone to her, and witnessing her continue to pummel a punching bag, I head back to my dorm, since I realized that I forgot to pack something. When I get there, there is a man who appears to be in his mid- twenties standing in the middle of my room. I look to the left of my door, find a large book, and swing it at him. It, and my hand, go right through him. I open my mouth to scream, but he clamps one of his hands over my mouth. "Two things. First, that was incredibly rude. Second, will you scream if I take my hand off of your mouth?" He says, and I shake my head no. "Good. I will answer your questions the best I can." He removes his hand, and whilst I have questions running through my head, the first thing that comes out it,
"You can't exist!" He hmmphs.
"Pretty sure I exist, or else how could I be standing here?" He says.
"Who are you, and why are you here, telling me these things?" I ask him.
"I'm Tobias Randall, and I'm here for two main reasons. The first is that you are my daughter, and the second is that you are half ghost yourself." After he says this, I can only stare at him in disbelief.
"Wh-h-h-h-at?" I finally manage to sputter, and he repeats himself.
"I'm your father, and you are half ghost." He looks surprisingly patient, and also amused at this.
"Why couldn't I have been told this before?" I ask, since it's been 16 years of my life, and 16 years that I've thought I was normal.
"I wasn't allowed to. Your mother forbid me from seeing you for a long time. According to her, I'm still not supposed to technically see you." My next questions flutter out.
"How come mom never told me about you? How did you guys meet?"
"Emily never told you about me because we broke up a month or so after you were born and she wanted nothing to do with me, or for her daughter to know anything substantial about me. We met at a barbecue cookout. I was there because I like to hang out with the living, which reminds me of what I used to have. Man, we argued about a lot of things that day. She was a firm believer in science and facts, and I embrace any and all, regardless of the facts, since I'm an example of that. We kept meeting up, and we finally realized we had feelings for one another. Our love was like a candle though, too bright to last. It burned out just after you were born, and she wanted me gone, so that's what I did. Left." I am somewhat stunned by what he said.
"How'd you die?" He gives me a look.
"That is also rude. Has no one ever taught you any form of equitte?" He asks, a strand of annoyance in his face.
"Well, I've never met a ghost before, so I'm not up for blame." I retort, and he shrugs.
"Fair enough. I was murdered. These scars," he points to a set of three scars below his left eye "Were a warning. I didn't listen, and so a few days later they cornered me and stabbed me in the heart twice, in the shape of an X. Then, for good measure, they shot me three times on the right side of my chest." I am slightly stunned.
"I should probably head back to class." I say, after a moment of awkward silence.
"Okay, you do that. By the way, you'll probably have powers." He says, and with that, disappears. I shrug, then head back to class, where Mr. Roberto appears to be texting someone and a girl in a corner (Ara) is oblivious to the world around her.