Lazarus

The stars are beautiful, and little Murph raves about them. She draws her notebooks with comets and asteroids, or takes a ballpoint pen and draws lines on her hands, from one mole to another. Whenever Murph looked up at the stars, she saw wonder in the sky. Now all she sees is the reminder of her father's ghost. He promised to come back, but now it'll take a resurrection [One-shot]