Where Are The Bears?

After the stress of the last few days, I've not been sleeping, and last night was no difference at all. I played some WoW for a while, chatting on Ventrillo with Daisy and a couple of others, and generally unwinding. I had what most others consider rubbish music blaring on my headphones, was merrily killing things and generally screwing around.

At about half midnight, I was sitting, drinking my fizzy water (party animal that I am), sitting with just a lamp on when out of the corner of my eye I see movement. Jumping out my pants and filling my chair with excrement, I was confronted with a shape looming out of the darkness into my little nest of light.

Luckily before I ran screaming, I realised it was Jaysen, bleary-eyed and stumbling along and muttering to himself.

"Are you alright Jaysen? It's very late, you should be in bed."
"Mmm-hmmm"
"What's wrong little man?"
"Where are the bears?"
"Pardon?"
"I don't know where the bears have gone."
"Go back to bed little man. It's late and you're asleep."
"Mmm-hmmm"

And he stumbled back out the lounge, upstairs and, after checking on him a little while later, he was sound asleep still. This morning, he has no recollection what so ever! He's always been prone to sleep walking, and occasionally I will talk in my sleep (apparently). He's even sleep-pee'd at friends sitting in the living room, but that's a story for another time...