It doesn't happen for him as often as it does for Rachel or Eileen. He's hardly surprised. Much though they'd reached a certain level of friendship before Edgar had passed, he doubted that it was a level that warranted frequent otherworldly visits. Besides, being based at the Outposts had him farther away from the grave, which he was certain had some kind of impact.

No matter the reasoning, it seems that either the fact he was now spending a considerable amount of time in the Deck proper or the fact he spent so much time at the side of the woman sleeping next to him now meant that a more proper visit was due.

He'll hardly complain, when he shuts his eyes to sleep and open them to see his old friend standing nearby. He's gotten a lot better at smiling, since he more properly took on the role of father. It shows itself now, a little sharp and with the slightest hint of an ache to it.

"'m dreaming, aren't I?"