A/N: Hey guys guess who! Sorry it took me so long to post this but I got distracted by the new season of Supernatural, Charlie was in the 4th episode and I about died from a fangirl heartattack. Anyway, this story is going to be way more serious than my first fic Rubber Chickens are Evil. But it will also have lots of funnies (I really wouldn't be myself if it didn't) Before I go on, I'd like to thank my awesome beta Emily21a, if ur a humor junkie I highly recommend that u go read those fics! Ok nough ramblin' on with the prologue!

There was nothing but darkness around him. Or at least he thought so. For all he knew he could be in bright light and he was just blind. All he knew was that it was so dark he could not even see his fingers right in front of his face. But then again, did he even have fingers? Or a face for that matter, in fact he was not completely sure if he had a body at all. But he must have a body, mustn't he?

'And why must you?' whispered a voice in the back of his head, mind, thoughts?

'Because even if I do not have a body exactly, I must have some sort of form,' he retorted on instinct. 'After all, everything that is something needs one, even if it is just a spirit or gas.'

'And who,' that was the voice slithering back into his thoughts. 'Said that you were something? It is just as possible after all that you are nothing.'

'But I must be something!' he argued back. 'Nothing cannot think!'

'Fine then, if you are something as you so insist, than answer me this one simple question.' The voice paused and then continued on smugly. 'Who or what are you?'

'Well that is easy I am,' he began confidently however, when he tried to answer the voice, his mind drew a blank. He then started searching frantically for one, but no answer was forthcoming. 'Well I, I am someone! I must be I need to be something!'

'Ah but how can you be someone or something if you do not even know who you are?' the voice sneered at him.

He tried to push the doubts and the voice back into the dark corners of his mind from which they had crawled out of. He ceased his efforts, however, when he saw, for it turns out he could in fact see, a tiny pinprick of light that was slowly growing larger.

'Do you even know what you are doing, or why you are here?' the voice scoffed unaware that its audience was no longer paying attention to its silver words.

He started, having almost forgotten about the voice. Then he smirked, and as he did so he discovered that he did in fact have a face, and a body for that matter. "Well voice," he said out loud his own voice rusty from disuse. "I can in fact answer your first question, I am who I am. Always have been and always will be." He then turned his brilliant green eyes back to the ever-increasing light, and his smirk widened into a grin.

"And as for what I am doing, well is it not obvious? To put it simply, I am falling." He closed his eyes and spread out his limbs as he rushed into the blinding light and knew no more.

A/N: bit confuzzling I know, but please review anyway!