AGNAR'S POV

"Dad!" I was surprised to see my father sitting on the throne. In his favorite outfit, a pair of blue denim jeans and a black button-down shirt with a rolled-up sleeve.

"Son, you are here; come, let's have breakfast together," he said excitedly. I stood there in the room, wondering how Dad went from being dead to not being dead anymore.

"Yeah, sure," I happily said. I had no idea what was going on, but whatever it was, I liked spending time so much with him.

The door pulled open, and Dad smiled. "Look who paid a visit," he happily announced. I turned to see Gertrude heading towards...