The Burglar seemed to gain a level of clarity previously not present. Both outside and in, Basil replied.
"Uhm... alright." The Basil and the Burglar reply together. He focused very fervently on what the Seer asked him to, but try as he might, there was no change in anything. Not the girls, nor the fog. And definitely no green light.
They sighed in unison. It helped nothing, even though it seemed like a sure bet. Why wasn't it working now? That burst of confidence had been enough to push him up the hill before. Wasn't he still here because of her in the first place?
Then a thought occurred to him. One he desperately did not want to share with Melissa or the Seer. But he couldn't not try. Someone else was helping and like it or not, he had to continue on.
"Wait. Let me try something else. Just.... If you can see this or hear this or whatever... you probably shouldn't... pay attention." They both replied awkwardly.
The Burglar summoned
one of the girls to him, and they started a conversation of whispers. Then there was touches, though thankfully nothing obscene. Hand holding, face touching, light flirtation. After several moments that probably seemed like forever, the rest of the girls stiffened up, their necks craning and heads turning together to look at something.
"There!" One of them called out. Though the Seer could see... Well nothing new in the fog, it seemed the other female entities must have, because they were all staring.
What the Seer could see now, was Basil's face inside the Burglar's deep hood as he disengaged from the female figment of his own imagination. As had been seen by Samantha and the others when he was repaired, his visage now bore a rather ugly scare right down the middle as if he had been sewn together after a rather nasty wound. It dashed across from left to right, the depth of it would have suggested that on a real person the severity of the would have probably killed them. Anisocoria now plagued his left eye, but he didn't make it look as cool as Bowie. These were the 'scars' the Seer had been previously looking for left behind from the interloper, merely hidden from view as most of Basil was, physically and metaphorically.
He looked her in the eye, and cleared his throat.
"
Shall we?"