"Hey, Sugar, why can't my parents see you?" Irene asked, tugging on the hem of his coat.

He looked down at the small child. "Because you're special, Irene."

"Why am I special? What about my parents?"

"They're not as special as you. You deserve the best in the world because of your gift."

"What's my gift? Is it cool?"

"It's very cool. You see things others can't see."