Tired of the narrow vision of the yellow mask, Elijah switches it out for the blue mask, which has eyes even wider than his. From behind the blue mask, the room becomes saturated in a watery blue haze. Spotlights of sunlight dance chaotically on the walls. Alone in the middle of the room stands a watery blue man on a chair. Although he lacks a face, all of his emotion is put in his body, which wilts like an un-watered daisy alone in the desert. A noose hangs in silence above his head. Elijah reaches out to the man but a fierce undercurrent quickly slams and pins him against the corner of the wall. The watery figure lifts his head and stares questioningly at Elijah for a moment before returning his gaze to some point beneath the floor. Elijah yells out for him to stop, but the mask lacks a mouth and his words are lost in gargles like screams into a pillow. Remembering where the junction points are in the mask, Elijah tears off the bottom half, slams on the yellow mouth, and starts thrashing and screaming for the man to stop. The man looks up again. Towards the bottom of his face forms a ghostly white line – his facial expressions constantly shifting between wide smiles and slight frowns alongside the ebb and flow of his watery form. He steps down from the chair and the room drains of its blue haze and returns to a stark white. The man walks over three steps in front of Elijah. Elijah takes a step away. The man takes one step forward. Elijah takes two steps away. The man takes two steps toward him. As Elijah slowly backs up along the mask-laden wall, the man always stays three steps away. And there he remains, walking with Elijah, always three steps away, his head pointed at him blankly, and his mouth caught in a perpetual amorphous grin.

Elijah is gripped by a fierce need to control this blue specter’s nerve-creeping smiling. His fingers spasm with energy as he grips the stone mask. He affixes both eyes to his face, and it soothes him. As he begins to sink again, he affixes the other pieces one by one, letting the sweet care-free caress embrace his body. He starts with the right mouth part, and the blue man begins to open his mouth as if to speak, but Elijah does not care anymore. He wants the embrace –even if he won’t be around to see it. He completes the mask. Immediately the blue man turns a harsh gray. He grips his head as if to squeeze it like a lemon as he thrashes his torso in circles, his feet chained to the ground by the same ooze that Elijah wishes would whisk him away. The figure screams louder and louder until at last it pierces Elijah’s ears and he snaps out of it. In desperation, he puts the blue eyes back on, and mixes the yellow mouth with the grey as it was when the blue man began to speak. Elijah asks “Who are you? How do I escape?” The man continues to stare as his mouth grows and grows, consuming his face. It collects in a vertical line on the upper left corner of his face. Then it cuts through him like a dagger. He falls to his knees. After a moment, he arises again, and as he brings his head up, he reveals a light vertical slash where his eye should be. His smile, although still unnerving, is a consistent image of content. Elijah affixes the left eye of the yellow mask to his face. The man now turns to stare longingly at the blank wall opposite where he came in. Elijah stares at the wall with the mask on now. It collapses in towards the center, and daylight glows behind.