"Kicking and screaming...Assholes...Dicks...Wimps...Couldn't tell me thei-WOAH!"
Foxy then tripped over something and did a face-plant onto the floor. Turning around and flickering on his orbital lights to see in the darkness, he saw nothing there.
"What the-"
"You know, you kinda do kick and scream when you sleep," said a mysterious, feminine voice that he heard from behind him.
"Yar, what do ye know about me sleep patterns?" said Foxy, turning around see who or what was there, but he saw nothing.
"Where are ye at?"
"You shouldn't be here," said the voice.
"Why shouldn't I be here?"
"You...just can't. It'll be for the best. Just go."
"No. I'm not going to leave here until ye give me some answers," said Foxy. He waited for an answer, but he heard nothing except the slow humming of the AC.
"Ah, I must be going crazy. Talking to me bloody self." Foxy then shrugged and sat down with his back against the wall and activated his sleep mode, but he was unaware of the presence that hung right over his head.