Midna froze. Suddenly it seemed like every important person in the world was present. Perhaps that assumption was right, too: there was her, the Gerudo warrior, the Princess -whose opposing status did not escape Midna's notice-, and no fewer than [i]two Links[/i]. Her gaze flickered back and forth between the two. While she was watching, she heard a whistle off to the side, and while most of the crowd looked to the whistling Link and then followed his pointing finger to notice the arrival of the second Link and Zelda, Midna kept her eyes on the original. It surprised her, then, when he touched a townsperson's shadow and melted into nothingness. "I guess we have our doppelganger," she murmured.

Her instincts were still not at ease, though. Even though Dark Link had vanished, the general atmosphere was wrought with tension. She pushed off the fountain and held her hands in the air. "Very well then! If we have no questions, I see no reason to stand on further ceremony. This party is now over. Thanks for coming, more thanks for listening, and please do consider voting for me in one week's time, when Hyrule's first official poll is held. Fare well!"

The crowd, still somewhat tense and now having no further pretext to remain, began to disperse. As it thinned, the more pivotal personas were left behind. Midna, Ganondorf, Link, Zelda, Navi, the Happy Mask Salesman, and by extension Dark Link remained. One more figure was nearby, though even more insubstantial than Dark Link now. It was the image of a tall, robed man in a chameleon mask, humming and buzzing like a holographic projection. Not noticing, Midna simply clasped her hands behind her back, wearing a small smile and wondering who would break the ice.