She stood there, staring at the lake where his mask was...or had been. It had been rescued, but that didn't mean his memory wasn't still there.

The snow fell gently, little dancing flower petals landing and gathering and coalescing on her back. Nothing about what she wore was normal for her. Golden, bright, shining colors she wore, so different from her normal dull browns. Upon her face was a mask that mirrored his- always smiling...but not his. Was he smiling where he was now? Was he happy?

"Will he ever be back....?" The question was whispered, soft upon the air, directed to nobody, heard by none, save the falling snow that quickly melted into the greedy lake's surface. They were stolen just like he was- he had gone somewhere that, perhaps, she could never go. The music she heard was soft, sad...distant.

"Sometimes...I wonder where you've gone...Furfur."