Her eyes. No, her eyes. The eyes of that woman that looks just like Mariko but so unlike Mariko in the same way. They were red. Togusa was so focused on the other differences, that it really hits him when he sees Mariko with the red eyes.

He should have seen this coming.

"Mariko, Mariko," He tries to say her name, bring her back to some kind of grounding, but she has to sit in her panic for a moment. His arm falls, and he beats a retreat of a step. Give her space, let her come down in her own way.

Mariko drops that bombshell, and Togusa can't stop his eyes from briefly going wide. That is different. Was this other woman's vision like that?

"Like a- visor?" Togusa waves his hand in front of his own face. "Like-" the comparison hits him suddenly. "Those kids swim goggles. It's all got a red filter?" Try to tell him Mariko didn't have a pair when she was younger. Those things were neat.

A breath, and Togusa does step back towards her, and he puts a hand on her arm. He nods once, sharply. "I will. We've still got this."

Around them, the door has shut, and the scene is starting to develop into reality. A grassy field, gently sloping up a hill, surrounded on all sides by trees. At the top of the hill is a decadent mansion, with a tall fence keeping the rest of the world out. Someone likes their privacy.