Nothing about this made sense. Not seeing himself walking around without the consciousness that made him himself, whether day or night or under any circumstances, ridiculous or not.

Whatever consciousness was piloting Goliath's body, their exclamations had gotten its notice, and the gold-clad gargoyle bounded over with an expression of excessive joviality.

"Receive with joy the message of hope, little friend! Turn that frown upside-down! Love and peace are ever all around you!"

With a beaming smile, the gargoyle laid a wreath of flowers on Elisa's hair. Goliath's silence in the back of Elisa's mind was the silence of shock beyond words.

Elisa, we have to keep going.

CLEARLY it was urgent beyond emphasis.