“He was younger than me. That was a trip.” Tony made his long bangs flutter with an upward sigh. “Thought I was hallucinating but...I knew. Just did. That was my old man. He had come down to visit by virtue of whatever laws this eldritch location abides by.” He swallowed, staring at nothing in particular as the sight of his father standing there in the bar came back in vivid flashes. His father had been smiling.

He’d almost never seen his father smile for anything that wasn’t a camera.

“He said...” he swallowed again. “He said...”