What am I doing here?

How should I know?

I wasn't asking you.

But there's no one else here.

Oh? Huh, I wonder why.

Talking to yourself again?

Of course, who else would I be talking to?

Me.

But you don't exist.

Neither do you.

I hadn't thought about that. How do I know if I exist? How do you know I don't?

I'd ask the same question of you, how do you know I don't exist?

Because you're just a figment of my imagination.

And I say you're a figment of someone else's imagination.

But who's? There's no one else here.

That's because this whole place is in someone's mind. Do you know who you are?

... No, I don't. I seem to have Amnesia.

Isn't that convenient. I guess your maker was lazy.

Well... no... wait... I forget. There's something I wanted to say to that, but it slipped my mind.