It's edging towards dawn and she's coming back from a burial. I am about to jokingly ask her the best places to stash a body in Excolo in the middle of the night, but her question stops me.

I know she knows that I'm not... Wanda's ex-husband. But we've never exchanged more than polite conversation and the question comes somewhat bluntly from nowhere, and I am a touch tipsy.

"Cannot speak for the 'real one'," My dry tone might give her some indication as to how I feel about being told I am not a real person. "But I get drunk. Not too often, but it's been known to happen" Granted, it feels like I am not drunk enough for this. "I also sleep, dream, curse when I accidentally hammer my hand instead of the nail and catch the occasional cold." Take a deep breath to stop myself from getting too snide. It is late, and I find I get... irritable when I have to explain my existence. It has been almost three years, one would think I would be accustomed to it by now.

My apologies, Glass. I do not mean to be sarcastic." I offer in apology. "My physiology seems to be human, as far as anyone can tell, if that is what you were inquiring after."