For a moment the father's and angel's eyes meet, and there is an understanding. No fear. No fear.

The wings beat slowly, even though it's not needed. The laws of gravity doesn't apply here.

He considers not answering the girl, worried that it will trickle to the young lady next door. But here and now he doesn't want to deny the girl anything, and he won't lie.

"Casper," he says, and repeats his previous invitation. "Come fly."