Imagine Sam finding your daughter talking to Sully
“I’m telling you, she’s talking to herself.”
Sam laughed as you walked back into your bedroom, a towel around you as you dried your hair.
“I’m not kidding,” you told him. “I just walked by her room on the way from the shower, she’s chatting away to herself in there. Talking through the plot of Moana.”
You allowed yourself a small laugh at that. The kid was obsessed with that movie.
“Do you want me to check on her?” he asked, and you shrugged. “Alright.”
He kissed your cheek on his way to Katie’s room.
“An’ then she was the chief an’ then they all went voyagering on the ocean,” your daughter was saying, and Sam laughed slightly until he heard an all too familiar voice respond.
“They were voyagers? For real?”
Sam pushed the door open, frowning when he saw his old imaginary friend sat on the floor with his daughter, playing with Lego.
“Sully?” he asked, confused, and the two of them looked up at him. “What- ah, what-?”
“Daddy!” Katie gasped, “You can see him?”
Sam nodded. “Yeah sweetie. Can I speak to him alone for a sec?”