He thrusts his fists against the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts

The other day I was finishing my lunch break in the food court and went to stand up. I had been sitting next to the railing mainly because that's where I always sit. I looked over the railing and what I saw pretty much made my heart skip a beat. I literally froze where I was for a few seconds. I swear I saw Ryan J down there. And I didn't know how to react. He had shoulder-length dirty-blonde hair and was wearing his usual grey t-shirt. He even brushed his hair back from his face with both hands like Ryan always did. His knuckles had the same bony structure. I couldn't see his face, though, because I was pretty much right above him.
I wanted to throw something at him, but I didn't because:
A. It may not have been him.
B. I didn't want to get kicked out of my place of work.
C. He had a baby with him. He was with some girl who was pushing a stroller, which "Ryan" happened to be standing over at the time. By the time I got downstairs they were walking out the door. So I'll never know for sure. But my mind wanted me to react in so many different ways it was really frustrating and stressful. It pretty much threw a shock into my whole day.