Bakura had just opened his mouth to bark out a what the hell are you doing when detail shaded into the shadowed figure. The features weren't completely clear, but it was obviously enough for recognition because all the colour drained out of the thief's face and he stood mute and motionless.

The figure was a man working with two tools, one in each hand, one that resembled an awl and appeared to be working on something that couldn't be seen; it wasn't part of the image. After several seconds, it was as though something caught his attention and he stopped, lifting a hand as though to wave at someone and speak soundlessly. Then the tableau reset itself and the figure moved through the motions again, oblivious to the audience.

"Amanhef," Bakura said, the name choked out in barely more than a whisper... before the khajbit ripped itself free of his control and around them exploded with the force of a bomb, hurling them apart.