He was absolutely going to show up. No way in hell he wasn't going to see with his own eyes if his daughter was somehow back among the living. That really just made this place all the more unreal to him, but even if it was a dream, if there was a chance Allison was alive, he was damn sure going to take it.
He was wary, as he approached. His posture likely said it all, and if it was in fact Allison, he had no doubt she could read him like a book. Still, he made no effort to disguise his hesitancy. Allison was dead, after all. He'd seen it happen, and he'd put her in the ground. He'd learned, little by little and day by day, how to live without her. He'd buried damn near everyone he loved, but losing her had hit him the hardest.
"Allison," he said softly as he honed in on her. It certainly looked like Allison, and everything in him wanted desperately to believe it was in fact really and truly, her.