She woke ravenous, like every morning, but this time to the scent of sweet cake.

Her eyes flittered open and she saw through the mask a plate at her feet and a little pot of tea and cup.

A moment of terror at the knowledge that someoen had opened the door of thep pod to put the food and drink in with her, and recently as well. She checked the door, it was secure, she checked the record, there was no access on the log. She checked the sweet cake, and ravenously devoured it with the tea.

Then she opened the door and looked outside. She'd slept an extra hour.

At first she hurried, instinct telling her she was late. But then she slowed, knowing she had no schedule any longer. She looked at the tea pot and flipped it over, there was a little price tag at the bottom in the same colour as the Haberdasher the day before. She collected the dishes and went to the shop.

The old woman stood at the stairs of the shop, sweeping. She greeted the mask girl as she arrived, then peered at the dishes. "Now how did those come to you?"

The mask girl panicked declaring she did not know, they just had food and tea and somehow were in her sleep pod when she woke.

"It seems there is something to that mask after all, taking you to the places you need to go to meet the people you need to meet." Then the old woman exchanged the dishes for the broom and mask girl again swept the stairs thoroughly before coming in to return the broom.

"I have another task for you, again I cannot pay much but you're welcome to something in the shop."

Mask girl nodded eagerly, remembering the little flashlight and folding knife combination she could use.

The old woman went to the back of the shop where the clothing rack sat and asked her to organize them by size rather than colour.

Mask girl set about the work, fingers touching the silken kimonos with the body sheath. They felt odd, mild but enchanting resistance to the touch, a soft squeak to the rub.

The old woman appeared beside her with the light and knife tool, blade unfolded. "The beauty of this fabric is an unenchanted knife will not cut it, it stays warm in the winter, cool in the summer. This light and knife tool is nice as well, but I'm sure you found you can see in darkness with the mask," and she waddled off.

Mask girl's hands ran longingly down the kimono close to her size, then snapped her fingers back, collected her pay, and spent the afternoon staring resentfully at the knife tool when she was supposed to be studying.