What am I experiencing?, what is really going on?, how is this possible?, am I dreaming?, what is going on?.
Those were the questions in my mind, I wanted to ask those, but something more important keeps on getting in the way, like the insult he just dropped. He's human to me, but the scenario is inhuman and I can't get to give myself a better explanation of it.
“ What do you mean by that?, How come you say I'm not smart?, Explain this better?, I feel lost, like I am at the wrong place at the wrong time.....”
“ No.... Let's rephrase it, you're at the right place at the right time.... I don't meet your kind by mistake, there's definitely a reason why I found you.....” 
“ You found me?.....” I asked.
He took a deep breath, now look on the verge of drawing on the board before him, he acted like I was distracting him, if he doesn't want it, then he shouldn't have found me or whatever, like he said.
“ You see..... People don't find me, those who look for me always ends up in a dead end, but those who seek me are judged based on their purity, and you my friend is worth my presence.....” 
He was smiling as he said those words, his attention going back onto the board to begin with his drawing. I don't want to be dramatic or really distracting, but the situation calls for it, if he found me, then there's a reason for that, because right now, I just don't understand all that is going on.
“ Are you God?.... Am I dead?.....”
I turned back around, looking at the spot I was on the floor before, but my body wasn't there, I'm standing here all me, both in flesh and in spirit, I turned back to him and saw him staring at the same spot as I was. He then returned his attention to me. “ What was you looking at?.....” he asked, curiosity on his face.
He should know that, shouldn't he?, I thought that's what people like him do, reading people's minds, being manipulative, all that stuff, if he's no God, then what is he?, Because from his outlook, he looks so peaceful and from my own point of view, I pretty look dead, just that my body wasn't at the spot it should be.
“ Answer my question first, are you God or maybe, my guardian angel?.....”
I've have to ask, I have to bring up every suggestion possible, that's what people who wants to solve their problems do. He smiled, I can see the side of his lips tuck up a little, he might possibly have the look of a child, but my instincts tell me that he's no child at all, he's aged and mature, speaking from the way he speaks calmly.
“ I'm no servant, why should I be your guardian angel when I've some other things to look into..... Humans and their funny way of thinking, I'm Chronos....”
“ Chronos?.... What's Chronos?.” I asked.
Now he looked at me with disbelief, that's what he gets if he doesn't stick his head off his maturity and spill every information like a teacher. “ You see.... I was where I was, like I always am, you came seeking for my help, many wants my help, but none seek it, the fact that you did made you purified for my presence.....”
I'm definitely not getting any information from him, guess I'll have to let it go and ask him why he has come to see me. “ You said you found me, why did you find me?.....” I asked, changing the topic about him and diving into the reason he was here.
“ You see Wilfred..... You're the one who came looking for me, but I found you because you were there to seek, so the question was supposed to be, why're you searching for me, rather than me finding you....”
“ I never knew you, how can I seek for you when I don't know who you're or even whether you exist.....” I argued.
He dropped his painting stick, I could tell that he has drawn out something already, but from my angle, I couldn't actually see what he might've drawn out. “ Look around Wilfred, where are you?.....” he asked me, his body frame now turning towards me, giving me all his attention.
I don't even know how he knew my name, but isn't that what spirits do?. I now know that he's no human, speaking from what he said earlier about how humans think, he was a spirit, another creature who wasn't of this Earth, and from his question, I think I know what he was actually asking.
“ In a Museum....” I answered.
He smiled, like he just confirmed that I got the answer right. “ What are museum meant for?....” he asked again.
“ Everyone knew that museum are for historical stuff, where good treasures are kept for remembrance.....”
“ You came to the museum, seeking for me, you get to my chamber where I was long forgotten and locked up, you didn't just come to see me, instead, you tampered with me, if you're to be me which you're halfway part of now, wouldn't you follow the one who came to seek you after long lost years of being forgotten?.....”
That was a good question from him and he knew exactly what my answer was going to be, he was just standing there, waiting for me to spill them from my own mouth. “ So that's what you meant when you said you found me....” I asked, he just agreed with a nod, like he really was not a talker.
“ What if I don't want you?, what if I don't want to be a part of you?.....”
“ Look over there, those men already hated you or your presence, they've struggled for their life to get where they're, coming to this treasurable environment to protect what they seem to be interested on, but you my friend, an ordinary nobody who getting the as them, I have been here before you roaming around, but no one can see me...... The point is, no one wants you here, and you're to die in the hands of this men tonight if not for me being here with you....”