He knew who Cole was talking about almost as soon as the words left his mouth.

A thousand different faces for the world and none of them hers. She had 'killed' herself so many times, there was nothing left underneath. Yet still she thought the masked man had saved her.

Perhaps it fell in love.

"She was able to leave," he said. He wasn't sure where to - perhaps Ochou had died that day or perhaps not. Either way, she had been able to move on.

"The base of that incense is golden copal resin. It is not often I get to work with such quality imports."