"No, no," He babbles. "I don't belong here. I'm sure it's a mistake. I'm going home."

But right now home is far and those thoughts feel just as distant. He needs someone to listen to him, anyone. Is this a demon too? Does it matter? No, he just needs someone to see him. No one's listening to him. Why isn't anyone listening to him?

He fills the space that was just made, babbling on, "You want a chair? I could make you a chair!" He's never made a chair in his life. "Would that make you happy? Maybe I can just... grab one of these and cut the legs down... what's your name? Do you have a knife? I could carve it in for you! Whatever you want!"