"How have you been, Dad?"
Expecting an answer, Jenny simply stared at the silhouette, her expression darkening as time progressed. However, no matter how long she waited, an answer did not come, as if the silhouette was merely a projection.
"Dad?"
She asked no one in particular, extending her arm. The silhouette was indeed tangible, but it offered no response when conversed with. It was as if it could only react to the movements of others.
Like a semi-auto robot that could sense and react, but could not act on its free will.
Jenny grimaced, her gaze darting from place to place, searching for nothing in particular. Suddenly, a few words entered her ears, startling her. Her ears tickled as a strong gust of wind swept by.
