My precious little boy, what has you so troubled? It is late, terribly late. In fact, at this point I think we can say it is early. We are both exhausted and in much need of sleep; yet you insist on bashing my thoughts into the wall of my cranium even now. I know it hurts, my dear. I feel the aches and pain as sharp and clear as you do. That hollow, wracking sound clinking around under you? That just where my heart goes, ***; don't worry about it. Listen, I love a good riddle just as much as the next guy: but now is not the time to solve the one of our topsy-turvy life, ok? Alright then. So why don't you climb down off that wall and tuck in till the sunshine shows her face again?
Oh my foolish child, you won't ever listen to anyone but yourself. Well, if you are going that direction anyhow, be sure and give everyone my love. That's the beautiful thing about you, sweet pea. You are comprised of memories; ones where all those whom I cherish are still in my life and arms and eye. So, like I said, if you insist on visiting them all right now, just make sure those perfect moments get a proper greeting. Oh... I have to come with you... that's right. Well, it can't be helped I suppose, but you should know that I couldn't get my heart to sleep either with all her crying; we’ll just have to bring her with since she's still up. Come on you two, let's get this over with so we can all get some shut-eye. Hold my hands now, and whatever happens: don't get lost here!