Huh? ( it's like a cold drop in his stomach, and prompto's brows knit in what can only be described as bewildered incredulity; he remembers it, the brief, wild thought that he surely must've gone completely nuts seeing aranea at the door days after her passing, how that notion was quickly replaced by a completely rational fear of some sort of haunting, but that wasn't it. ) You did come back, and it scared the crap out of me 'cause I thought maybe you were a ghost or something even if y'did show up in the daytime since ghosts don't usually do the whole daytime thing...

( he can't have imagined it, but aranea wouldn't have reasons to make this up either. ) What's the last thing you remember? Before coming here.