"Sleep has nothing to do with it."<br/><br/>The voice seemed to echo from out of nowhere, until a sudden large gust of wind blew up from behind. The winds began to twist and take form until they faded and revealed the winged young boy. "If it were that simple, your body would simply shut down until it met the required amount of sleep required to function properly again."<br/><br/>A ball of flames formed on a nearby bench, quickly disk paring to reveal the devilish man from before, as well, sitting with his legs crossed. he groaned at the sound of the young man's lecturing. "Would it kill you to lighten up?" he asked rhetorically, causing the young man to shoot a glare at him.Â<br/><br/>"Pointed being," he said sternly, going on as if the man hadn't said anything. "This is as real as real gets. Sort of. Metaphysics is sort of complicated."<br/><br/>"Well if people like you didn't read into it so god damn much," the devilish man chimed in as he watched a female jogger run by. "It's so weird they can't see us right now," he said, more to himself than anything.Â<br/><br/>"Maybe if you read into metaphysics a bit you'd understand why," Sam told him sternly, but the man merely rolled his eyes. They weren't exactly getting along, but at least they weren't at each other's throats. At the moment.Â<br/><br/>"Anyway," Sam continued. "I'm just here to talk with you." "WE'RE here to talk to you!" the man corrected.Â