Flames mumbled something again in his sleep: "Domo arigoto...watashi wa HoKaze no Flames desu..."
Flames was not dreaming, but he was sleeping. Suspended in the otherworldly void that was his subconcious, he floated there, staring at a simple hourglass filled with blood-red sand. An evil cake flew by in the background. The cake was ignored, but the toothbrushes and bars of soap were getting irritating. "This is why getting tortured at any point in your life sucks: Your mind gets seriously messed up..." He thought to himself. His body was warm right now...