Phillip smiled softly at Barnum, feeling a little lightheaded from the energy usage. He kept his hands around the man's wrists, though, as his vision blurred and his apparition began to flicker in and out.

Barnum stared at him. He didn't seem frightened - just shocked. Disbelieving, almost.

"Phillip, you're—"

"I know," Phillip whispered. Had he been alive, he would have thrown up by now with the wooziness wracking his body. His hands fell away from Barnum's wrists, leaving nothing but soft pink traces on his skin in their wake - so faint, no person could see them unless they knew to look.

Barnum rubbed at his wrists as he spoke next.

"Please don't go," he whispered. His voice was hoarse with much more emotion than Phillip had ever heard from the ringmaster.

Phillip closed his eyes. He felt exhausted - like focusing all his energy on Barnum had drained him. He wanted to stay, wanted to stay with the one person alive that knew he was there, but he found himself fading...with a tired sigh...

He was gone when Charity and the girls burst into the room.