Blond, blond, blond. The short demon pushed and wove through the crowd, scanning for any sign of brown hair. Finally the crowd parted for a moment and the familiar figure sitting on the bench caught his eye.

It was her, and she was looking right at him.

His mother.

Turning to face her, he stood there, suddenly rooted in place as townsfolk passed around him. He didn't noticed them in the slightest now. He might have done this before thanks to his hallucination, but it didn't make this any easier. He only had to approach her, but he just couldn't seem to make his limbs move.