[A stumble as suddenly Dirk's not there and his cane hits air. At least this time he doesn't fall, and Freyr rubs his face with the back of his hand. His eyes are still shut tight and at least when he lowers the cane down he hits the visor.

There it is. Scrambling a little, Freyr picks it up and pushes it onto his face. It's kind of dirty, with a scratch on the lens, but the comfort of having it calms him a little bit.]

Well where the hell am I then? I bet I could fend off whatever had the balls to try and fight me! [Huff.] When you say help, do you mean that you'd get me back to the mansion? Seriously, this is fucked up, who takes a blind guy out east jesus fucking nowhere?