Bridget paced around her kitchen several times before entering the Grove. She stood in the clearing, moonlight filtering through the leaves. "Nova?" She called out, expecting nothing.
He appeared in front of her. "Hi Wildflower!" He said cheerfully. And this time… it felt like him.
"Nova!" She cried out excitedly. "I've missed you!"
"I've missed you too Wildflower!"
"You wouldn't believe what has happened! I went to the woods and..."
"To love like a god," He said randomly…
"What? Why are you saying that?"
"Socrus is the god of lost socks," the god of the misfits, the...
"Rook!" Bridget called out, accusingly. Rook appeared behind her.
"Yes, Bridget? What can I do for you?"
"I thought you were..."
"No, Bridget, I'm sorry." Rook looked at Nova and listened as he was continuing down his past conversation about Sockrus. "What you have here is an echo. Nova's energetic imprint in the Grove. It will continue, especially in places you spent a lot of time. You can interact with him, sometimes it helps to remember. With time the echo will fade… it will become less and less like him. Do you want to stay and talk to him?"
"No," Bridget said firmly. "It's not him, I don't want to talk to a ghost." And she walked away.