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The time that had passed after his accident had not been kind to him. The ghost had spent a vast majority of his time sleeping in the grotto with his children close. He had disappeared from the man that he had been before. Kierkegaard had started to feel as though he were a stranger in his own mind. He was only a visitor in his own body. Haggard and weary had become so much a part of him that he was afraid that if they were to leave him, he would simply disappear.

As he dragged himself from within the darkness of their den, the brisk gust of sea air had almost rattled him. The ghost inhaled sharply and felt the ache of his own ribs against his skin. He felt like flesh and bone, with nothing in between. Once near the shore, Kierkegaard lowered himself into the sand and sighed. His eyes searched the darkness of the rolling waters.