Kate gets a ghostly visit from her father (NPCed by Foster).
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Kate felt like she'd barely had time to sit down and breathe since she'd arrived in San Francisco. She'd been immediately greeted by some psycho elves and had found herself in the middle of a battle with them and some bad Santa in the meantime. Things had been blessedly calm in the meantime and she'd spent the last couple of weeks recovering after getting pretty banged up in the fight. Exactly two weeks later, even the worst of her cuts and bruises were finally starting to fade, although the were still visible.
Kate was half-seated on her bed with a book in her hand when she saw him and she couldn't help wondering if she'd dozed off, because there was no other plausible explanation. Standing there in here room, looking so much like he had when she'd last seen him, was her father. The father she hadn't seen since she was a little girl. The father who had been lost to her forever during the Battle of New York.
She'd attended his funeral. She'd watched them bury him. There was no way he could really be standing there, in the flesh, was there?