The first thing he noticed after Emma split to investigate was the complete and utter lack of presence in his mind. Where Michael had been only a moment ago, burning a brand into his mind and soul, there was now nothing. Which is exactly how Chihiro manages to slip in unnoticed, how she managed to sneak up on him without keen senses so much as sniffing out a whiff of her. He doesn't jump at the sound of her voice, doesn't jerk as it drifts down the hallway beside him. He just turns his head slowly, hands gripping the gun, expression firm and flat.

"It wasn't me." Whatever this was, whatever fucked up event that was happening, it was so much more than Michael would've been capable of and he knows it. This is something else.

He can only guess why she followed him, how she found him, why she's there, but he doesn't ask. He doesn't care.