What am I seeing?
Is this real?
Lucius stared at his parents, disbelief washing over him as his heart grew heavy with emotion.
There they were—his mother, Felicia, and his father, Danny—sitting across from him, just as they used to.
'This couldn't be real? I left my mother in the Westworld, and my dad… he's dead.'
His parents exchanged puzzled glances, clearly confused by his odd behavior.
"Lucius, son, why aren't you eating? You'll be late for school if you don't hurry," Felicia said softly, her voice calm but laced with worry.
Lucius could barely tear his gaze away from his father, who sat with a curious expression, one eyebrow raised in silent inquiry.
"Son, are you alright?" his father asked, genuine concern filling his voice.
Tears welled in Lucius' eyes as he stared at the man he had thought he'd never see again.
His father looked exactly as he remembered—alive, warm, and present.
