Clare pushed the heavy maple front door open and walked into Goldsworthy Manor. Eli walked behind her, his hands in his pockets and his eyes focused on his black Converse shoes.

Clare had a gut feeling that Eli was still upset about what had happened at lunch. During her classes she would quickly glance at Eli. His face was unreadable and unemotional and he wouldn't look her in the eyes.

She walked into the kitchen and hung her keys up on the key rack. She slipped off her jean jacket and placed it on the counter, along with her back pack. Clare opened the refrigerator and pulled out a water bottle. She opened it and took a sip as she watched Eli float into the kitchen, his face as unreadable as it was at school. Clare twisted the top back onto the top bottle and set it down on the counter, next to her jacket.

"Eli… are you okay?" Clare asked. She hopped onto the counter and picked her water bottle back up and placed it on her lap.

Eli was silent for a moment; he bit his bottom lip but eventually nodded his head.

"I'm fine, Clare. Just thinking." Eli said.

Clare nodded her head and took another sip of his water. Eli looked around the kitchen. His eyes landing on the pots and pans that hung above the stainless steel oven. He pointed to a bright red pot and smirked.

"This one time when I was helping Martha with dinner, I accidently knocked over that pot, and water spilled all over the kitchen. Martha slipped and pulled me down with her. I was pretty funny. We just sort of sat there and pushed the water around with our hands for a little bit. That was until my dad came home a flipped out on me." The smirk on Eli's face faded. "Martha tried to tell him that the water was all her fault. He told her to stop covering up for the useless son of bitch all the time."

"Was he always that way? I mean was he always so cold?" Clare looked up at Eli while she twisted the top of her water bottle on and off.

Eli sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "The truth is…he wasn't. When I was younger, he was the greatest, my best friend. I don't know what happened to him over time. I guess he just became greedy, and self centered and just so…horrible. Of course the public didn't know that side of Charles Goldsworthy. They knew the smart, successful, and wealthy Charles Goldsworthy. The man who single handedly created the biggest law-firm in all the country. They didn't know the Charles Goldsworthy I knew, or my brothers and sisters…or my mom."

"You said he was your best friend when you were younger…"

Eli nodded his head and moved closer to Clare. He hopped on the island and sat directly across from Clare, who was still sitting on the counter.

"I was never good at making friends. And well from what you read in the journal, you know I was still not good at making friends, even when I was older. Well my dad…he was best friend. We used to do everything together. He taught me how to through a baseball, how to ride a bike…everything." Eli said.

"Hey dad?" Six year old Eli dragged his feet into the dinning room, where his father was currently reading the newspaper and slipping on a cup of coffee.

Charles moved the newspaper down and looked at his youngest son. "What is it, buddy?"

Eli sat down in the chair next to him. "I'm bored. Mommy woke me up at seven because I have to get a hair cut at nine. Well it's nine thirty and mom is still talking on the phone to her friend."

Charles ran his hand through Eli's hair. "I don't think you need a hair cut."

"I know, that's what I said. But mom said I have to look my best for the Christmas party tomorrow." Eli sighed and pulled at his blue t-shirt.

Charles folded the newspaper and set in back down on the table. "Well I guess I'll just have to cut your hair."

Eli's eyes widened. "Dad…do you even know how to cut hair?"

Charles shook his head. "No I have no clue. But Elijah, I'm the best lawyer in the area, I've won almost every case I've ever been apart of. I think I can handle cutting a 6 year old's hair."

Eli furrowed his eyebrows and crossed his arm a cross his chest. "I'm 6 and a half." He mumbled.

Charles smiled down at his son. "I'm sorry, 6 and a half year old."

Eli smiled back at him. "Thank you." He said.

Charles clapped his hands together. "So… hair cutting time?"

Eli bit his bottom lip and stayed silent.

"How about I just drive you to the barber shop?" Charles asked.

Eli nodded his head enthusiastically. "Yes, yes drive me to the barber shop."

Charles smirked and stood up from his chair he walked over to Eli and turned around. He patted his back, motioning for Eli to jump onto it. Eli stood up in his chair and wrapped his arms and legs around his father neck and waist. Charles walked out of the dining room and into the hall way.

"It's not that I don't think you would do a good job at cutting my hair, I just think the people at the barber shop could use some customers." Eli said, resting his chin on his father shoulder.

Charles chuckled. "Whatever you say Elijah."

When he reached the foot of the grand stair case, Charles set Eli down and yelled to his wife.

"Melinda! I'm taking Elijah to the barber's shop. We'll be home soon."

Eli pulled on his father shirt, Charles looked down at him.

"I bet you five bucks I can beat you to the car." Eli said.

Charles extended his hand "You're on."

As Eli went to grab his hand, Charles quickly opened the door and darted towards the car.

Eli ran after him laughing "Hey that's-that's not fair dad!"

Eli intertwined his fingers and clicked his tongue. He once again looked around the large kitchen. This time his eyes fell on the picture Clare drew of her family.

"What was your dad like?' He asked. His attention focused back onto Clare.

"Um, my dad? Well he was great. He was really smart. He was a writer, so he was always making up stories, mostly fairy tales. He and I would dress up and act out plays that we wrote together, for my mom. He was just…a good guy." Clare said.

Clare nervously played with the cap to the water bottle. Her hands shook and she chewed on her lip.

"Do you want to say something Clare? Because if you do, just say it." Eli leaned forward and rested his elbows on his thighs, resting his head in his hands.

Clare gulped and then spoke. "I've kind of been wanting to ask you this for a while…"

"Then ask me."

"Have you ever…seen my dad? Randall Edwards…do you know if his is a…" Clare trailed off but her eyes skimmed Eli's body.

"Do I now if he is a ghost?" Eli asked.

Clare nodded her head.

"No…I've never seen him."

Clare nodded her head okay but Eli could see a small amount of disappointment flash in her eyes.

"But Clare, you wouldn't want him to be like this." Eli motioned to himself. "You would want him to be happy and at peace. Not wandering around the earth trying to figure out why he's here. You don't want him to be like me. You want him to be happy."

"You're not happy?" Clare asked.

"I haven't been happy for nearly half a century, Clare. But you've made me happier than I have been in a very long time. So right now, right now I'm happy. I'm happy I have you Clare." Eli said.

Clare blushed slightly and took another sip of her water. Clare pulled the bottle away from her mouth and swallowed the water.

"Would you be mad if I asked you a question about being a ghost?" Clare asked.

Eli shook her head. "No I don't mind."

"What do you miss most about being a human?"

Eli sat up straight and rubbed his chin. "I miss my sense of touch, and my sense of smell, and my sense of taste. I wish I could still hold things. I wish I could still feel things. Being a ghost is so different than being a human. I miss everything about being human."

A silence fell between them. Clare drank her water and Eli continued to look around the kitchen, small memories flashing through his head.

"Do you want to meet Felicity?" Eli asked out of nowhere.

Clare quirked her eyebrow. "When you mean meet do you mean…"

"Well you don't have to actually meet her but you could see who she is, what she looks like." Eli answered.

Clare smiled and nodded her head. "I would love to, Eli."

Eli smiled back. "Okay. Well tomorrow is Saturday, and Felicity usually goes to the park and walks around for a while. If you're not busy tomorrow…"

"Nope, my mom is going to a meeting with the adoption agency, so I'm free tomorrow." Clare jumped off the counter and threw her empty water bottle into the garbage can.

Eli jumped off the island and walked behind her "Okay cool. So it's a date!" Eli smiled.

Clare turned around and her eyes shot up and looked at his.

"I-I mean, It's not a date, it's an um, uh…it's a plan." Eli stuttered as he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.

Clare nodded her head and giggled. "It's a plan" she repeated.