"Hm...okay." Mask heard footsteps, lots of them, heading his  way. He then heard Rivers move away. He grabbed his cane, expecting Rivers to help like Daria had but he hadn't. Not miffed, Mask took the cane and tried following...but was soon buried in a crowd of people and seperated. He managed not to be washed away, so to speak, but he was far from comfortable. Alone and seperated, he sighed and tried again...