Mariko can't help but cast a quick glance at the big guy, a thought on her lips but suddenly it evaporates with him. Whatever. If she can't remember it, it's nothing. It has to be, for now.

Togusa poses a very good question and Mariko considers as the landscape has somehow transformed. It's still the courtyard of the property from the Geisha raid dream. However, the yard is clear of extraneous bodies and clear of a Matthew Murdock sized statue (or mostly clear, as it's billowing away in a cloud of dark red smoke.

Instead it's just Tatsuo, sitting on the stairs, holding the white Oni mask in his hand as he watches Mariko and Togusa.

"The game is to figure out what she's good at," Mariko begins, drifting towards Tatsuo with careful steps. "put her to use. But that genie doesn't go back in the bottle when I let her out."