Puppeteer, or Johnathan, had taken something again. Bloody Painter's, or Helen's, mask. He was hiding from him, though eventually got bored. He came out of hiding when Helen walked back into his room, standing behind him. He wrapped one arm around his waist, the other over his chest as he pulled him flush against him.

"Whatcha lookin' for?"

He asked teasingly, resting his chin on Helen's shoulder.