Angel, together with the little girl which she claims is her grandmother, a teenage boy probably younger than me who apparently is her grandfather, a woman whom I recognize as a celebrity back in the day before she died who happens to be the new shell of Angel's mother, and a boy probably around 10 years older than I am who I've been told is Angel's father, circled around the dining table.

I then realized a previous conversation I had with Angel. She said her parents were dead. But then she was rushing me so we could go to her home before dinnertime or else her  mom would be furious. I must've known by then what I was getting myself into.

That all of them are dead . . . yet very much alive.

I sat across from them and I could feel Angel's family staring at me with a mournful expression. The tips of their hair flashing a mixture of blue, black and silver.

"I-Is something wrong?" I asked. I've learned from Angel that their hair changes color based on what they're feeling. But what is it that's making them feel dejected this time?

"I don't know who you are but . . ." the woman managed to speak up.

The little girl (Angel's granny) sniffed, trying to hold back her tears. Come to think of it, she's been staring at me a lot when she came home. Even from last time, she didn't want me anywhere near her that she refused me helping her cook in the kitchen. And even after Angel's grandfather and parents arrived, they've been staring at me weirdly, "That body you're in . . ."

"This body?" I frowned. They must've misunderstood. I held up my spoon to check my reflection. See? This body is not a shell, it's mine. I'm not the same old me. I'm not a dead person. I can't be. "Oh, no, ma'am, you must be mistaken, you see, I'm --"

"That's my grandson's body," the boy said, holding onto the little girl's hand as they stared at me with love and despair.

Grandson? You mean, Angel's brother? But I thought she said her brother was already here, you know, keeping track of lost things and returning them to Earth? The sole reason we came here is to meet him so I can go home to my world.

"My son can't be dead," Angel's dad spoke, still staring at me.

"He still has a dream to pursue," the little girl began crying, "He's still young. My poor little Vinny still has to be a singer, like how he dreamt when he was a kid."

I felt something sink inside of me.

I turned to Angel who's avoiding my gaze, sucking and chewing on her finger like a child who hasn't outgrown her habits. She's also playing with her hair with her other hand, twirling it around and that's when I noticed a few strands -- they're white.

When she said she'd bring me to her brother, she did the same thing. She kept checking her hair. Probably wary if they'd turn white.

She was lying that time.

I reached for her other hand, causing her to stop, "What's your brother's name?"

There was a long silence before she responded with a whisper.

"It's Vinn. Vinn Kishimoto."

I felt tears stream down my cheeks as the sound of my name echoed in the back of my mind.

I felt my lips tremble, my heart pumping real quick. I'm unable to speak.

I stared right into her eyes and mustered all the courage I have to ask, "A-Are you Joy?" Her eyes curved along with her smile, "A-Are you my sister?"

She gave my hand a light squeeze and gave me short nod. My eyes lingered at everyone who's sitting right in front of me.

So this is where they all were?