By the time he'd managed to clear his eyes out, she was gone. Or, at the very least, she was far enough so that he had no idea where she had gone to.

Drat.

Just as he turned, a vague black shape caught his attention - as he got closer, sure enough... There where his glasses. A part had snapped off under the impact, but the lens themselves were unshattered. Hm. How had they ended up here ?

Well, perhaps they hadn't ended up there at all.

By the time Themis made his way back on the rooftops, Bixbiyte was long gone - and so he headed home himself. That was enough for one evening.