When inspirations strikes...

Apologies for such fail in keeping with updates. However, something odd happened today.

Background: I had a spirit following me for a while, and I dubbed him Fourteen, in respect to d.gray-man. He hung around for about a month, and I eventually got used to him appearing in reflective surfaces. He was dressed finely, in the outfit of a Victorian gentleman, and with the manner of one as well.
I also have inherited some measure of the Sight from somewhere in my extensive family tree, allowing me to see glimpses of spirits, and very rarely, of the future.

Fourteen stayed around, and he and I got along famously. We'd chat and compare memories, and I was saddened when he vanished one day. That was a while read: a few months ago, though, and now he’s back. And I don’t know why. Slightly freaking out. He’s not talking to me, either. He used to be quite chatty, and so this... new development is worrying me quite a bit. I can’t shake the feeling that something has happened to him in the time that he was away. I’m not quite scared, but... Perhaps concerned is the better word.