They retreat as he comes closer, matching his stride step for step.

They watch, and they wait. They have nowhere else to go. No Friend to tell them what to do or who to chase and catch. No it haunting them, no panic tearing at them.

They are alone, but they are never alone.

They miss their Face. This one is blank and empty but it is not theirs, not truly.

Again, they tilt their head. Go on. They will not stop him. There is nothing left to stop.