The boy could feel himself flipping backwards, and the air rushing by him. Whenever he caught a glimpse of see a circular light above him, and it kept getting smaller and smaller. He righted himself, so his arms and legs were spread in an X shape, and he became aware of the dragon and the raven diving on either side of him.
"Are you afraid of falling?" the raven repeated with a worrying glimmer in his blood red eye. The boy didn't answer. He clenched his teeth as the air rushed by his face, and didn't want to open his mouth to respond to the raven.
"Are you afraid of falling?" the raven asked again, louder.
"I..." the boy began to whisper feebly.
"Why would he be?" the dragon interrupted from the other side of the boy. The dragon's nostrils sparked warmly. He looked at the boy as reassuringly as a dragon is capable. "Are you in pain?"
"Well, no," the boy answered.
"Do you feel like you are in danger?"
"No, not particularly."
"Do you feel like this is really happening?"
"No... no this feels fake," the boy said confidently.
"Are you afraid?!" the raven screeched at the top of its lungs.
"No, I'm not," the boy said with a smile. He blinked, and when he opened his eyes, he was laying on the floor, with the chair tipped over. The two demons that had pushed him over were circling a few feet above him, giggling.
The man set the lid back on the platter and they disappeared.