Staring at the way the little cosplaying shit acted, David could only conclude one thing: he was not impressed. He was so not impressed by this young man at all. After all the trouble he had caused, he simply went and shamelessly continued to act like it wasn't his fault? Like he hadn't caused panic and chaos. Like he hadn't taken up the time of EMTs who could maybe have been needed somewhere else. Like he wasn't just begging for attention even now, threatening to walk right back into the miasma and a suicide of the mind if not the body.<br/><br/>He just went on and on and on about castles in the sky, and about exchanges of names as if this was some sort of game!<br/><br/>It infuriated David.<br/><br/>"You-!" he had barely started to speak and to point at the little shit, when something happened. Something amazing and weird and impossible. Something so odd and out-of-this-world that it made David stop up and stare while wondering if he had been affected by the miasma after all. It forced the anger out and away, to be forgotten forever, and replaced it with incredulity.<br/><br/>"This is just... it just couldn't be... how the hell..." he gaped and stared like a loon. Because the stranger was actually flying. Hovering. Not touching the ground. Emulating an angel. Generally speaking, he was doing something that the general human really couldn't duplicate no matter how much they wished to. The Wright Brothers had nothing on this!<br/><br/>K9 rushed over and started barking, jumping up and down underneath the flying being, trying to get at the feet. To the dog this was the funniest game that could ever have happened, but to David it just made the sight even more surreal. For the second time in less than one hour David felt like the carpet had been pulled out from underneath him, and he was once more sent hurtling into the abyss of a crazy twilight zone.<br/><br/>"I knew I shouldn't have gotten out of bed today." He muttered to himself. David ran a hand down his face, rubbing it harshly, and completely ignored the stares from the other people on the path. He also firmly ignored the flying... hallucination. "Yeah. Definitely a hallucination. Because there is no way that this situation is real. I've probably watched X-men too much lately or something, and the miasma made me hallucinate. That's far more logical than a flying being with fucking wings. Yeah."