<div style="text-align: justify;">Mari was extremely confused, and the massive headache she was starting to feel wasn't helping her thinking process. Deciding to let Cheshire take care of everything, she nodded when the illusionist said she wasn't going anywhere alone. Since she had no idea what had happened, it was the best policy to trust him. Her mind tried to grasp a bit of memory of what had happened, but it was pointless.<br/><br/>With a sigh, Mari kept silent and followed Cheshire, keeping her gaze on Dumas. Whatever it was that was bothering him, she just wanted to help, like he had allowed her to do in those days they had spent together. But something was missing, something seemed to be broken, and she couldn't even know what it was, or do anything other than apologize for a crime she didn't know she had committed. <br/><br/>Keeping silent, Mari got out of her usual 'hands-off' behavior and held on to Cheshire's hand. At least he seemed to be stable enough at the moment, and she had that feeling that everything was slipping away and leaving nothing in place. Mari wondered if this was the time for her to leave, pack up and go... somewhere. She said nothing about this, though.<br/><br/>Greeting White with only a faint smile, the hostess kept quiet as they walked back to the club. She went for her room and started tidying up, quietly, putting her nightstand back by the bed and straightening the bed sheets. After that, Mari started pacing back and forth, mumbling to herself. "Remember, remember, remember <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">something</span></span>. What happened?"</div>