"Do you remember the way back?" Casey kept his hockey stick out, kept running, and flipped up the mask. Normal face under it, dark brown eyes, black hair with a black bandanna holding it back, and a wicked looking bruise on his cheek.

Another twist, another turn, open street, and they were back at the main part of the market. A buzz of conversation around them, but not panicked by the spectre of death or chaos. Yet.

"I'm done playing Renn Faire, what about you?" Pausing to catch his breath, looking at his companion from the Library.