"Daddy, do you miss Phillip?"

Caroline's question during supper a few nights later caused Barnum to jerk, not expecting the question, and nearly spilling his soup. Even Phillip - who sat at an empty space next to Helen, unnoticed - stiffened in his seat.

"I do," Barnum admitted, lowering his eyes to the table. "Very much, yes."

"Is he ever coming back?"

"That's enough, Caroline," Charity interrupted quietly, placing a hand on the girl's shoulder.

Caroline looked up at her mother. "But, Mommy—"

"Phillip is somewhere else right now," Charity murmured, brushing back the girl's dark hair, "but I bet he's watching over you."

"Really?" Caroline's eyes widened.

"Yes, really," Charity chuckled, poking the tip of her nose.

Phillip relaxed a little and settled back into the chair.

Barnum gasped.

Immediately, Phillip's wide eyes were on the ringmaster. The older man's face was sheet white.

How? Was he unknowingly projecting energy?

"Daddy?" Caroline asked. Helen and Charity's attention were on him too. "What's wrong?"

"Phil...Phillip..."

Phillip sank low in his seat. Barnum's eyes followed his every move.

Helen looked at the seat directly next to her.

"There's no one here, Daddy."