Barnum sighed and slumped in his chair, face in his hands. The girls had run off to their rooms and Charity scrubbed at the dinner dishes.

Phillip still sat where he was. Barnum couldn't see him anymore, he didn't think - after Helen had made the exclamation that 'nobody was there,' the ringmaster's face fell. He continued to look at Phillip's seat, but he didn't really look at Phillip - instead, he stared straight past him. Somehow, the younger man had successfully become invisible once more.

"I'm worried about you, Phin," Charity spoke, breaking the silence.

Barnum didn't respond.

Charity dried a plate as she said, "you've been acting... different, since Phillip died. First, you didn't leave the house."

Barnum winced.

"Then you run off during your performance, and now you're whispering his name at the dinner table with claims that you've seen him. That's not normal behavior, Phineas."

Barnum was silent for another few moments. Then—

"He is - was - my friend, Charity."

Friend.

"I - I miss him."

Charity sighed and set a plate on the counter. Barnum still sat in his chair at the head of the table and she sat next to him, taking his hands in hers.

"I know it's hard, Phin. But the girls, the circus, and I - we're all here for you."

She offered him a soft, sad smile and squeezed his hands before reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind his ear. Her hand lingered on his cheek.

With a lump in his throat, Phillip's gaze fixed on Barnum leaning into his wife's touch, then lowered to their intertwined fingers.

He slowly faded from the room.