[from here--and for Celty and Snow]

The strange uplifting feeling continued for about ten feet before instantly dropping back out, Mikado's grip tightening on the strap of his bag. Again, he was here, willing to try to move and work through things, and again, he had little knowledge of what he should be doing. He paused off to the side of the hall, watching the passerbyers cautiously. Everyone seemed to know exactly what they were doing. Was he the only one hesitating?

Maybe... Maybe he should go upstairs and look for more supplies to offer Tear, if he was going to go through the deal with Dollars. It was likely the best course of action, but the fact that nearly everyone he had come into contact with had warned him not to move alone at night had him hesitating. Should he have made plans with someone, asked if they were going the same way he was? It was too late now, and he'd simply have to decide if he was going to move or not.

His other hand slid to hold onto the strap as well, and he watched for now. Thought quietly to himself as the moments moved past.