Who are you?

Anyone you can think of. An angel, a devil, whatever you need, dear.

No, who are you? Do you have a name?

Name? Lets see, shall we? Madhatter, Maddi, MadMad, MaddiMaddi, Madster, M...call me Dan Green.

Dan Green? Where'd that come from?

That's for me to keep, and you to find out.

Hn. I like you; you're funny.

I would love to think so, my dear~

Why is your smile so creepy?

Only because you find it to be.

Why can't I see you?

You ask many questions, my dear. Do you ever find satisfaction in knowing that there might not even be an answer?

No. I'd love to know who you are. You seem friendly enough to me.

As you wish, my dear.

Insane blue eyes. Fang-like teeth. Hair in a wild, fluffy ponytail, bangs outlining the edges of the eyes, making the hue of them become a twinge crazier. The hoodie: green and grey - ruffled and unorganized. A crooked, wicked smile to add to the affect of someone who is up to no good.

You're a female?

Yes. Why do people assume I am a male?

You sound like one.

I assure you, my dear, I am perfectly female.

Nothing's perfect...help me out here.

Dan Green.

Ah. Yes. Nothing's perfect, Dan Green.

How can you be sure? Mother nature is perfect. The seasons, they're perfect. The timing they have, that is perfect. Everything can be perfect if looked at right, my dear.

Why would you say that?

Think of the way the moon and sun arise and fall from the east and west. They never lose their timing; it is perfect and on time each day. The rain falls in a perfect, certain pattern. The leaves on a beautiful, beautiful oak tree turn color perfectly. Everything can be perfect, if looked at right, my dear. I have seen many things, but nothing as beautiful as nature.

Do you always speak in riddles?

They're only as confusing as you believe they are, my dear..

You're...different. Why aren't you like other children?

I am my own person. An outcast, I would believe.

I have to leave...shall we meet again?

As you wish, my dear. As you wish.