Erik doesn't even know how he got here. He doesn't live in this city, he stayed out of what's been going on lately, and he mostly sticks to the city he does live in. He's here at the same time as the candlelight vigil purely by accident, too. He doesn't see the point in them; they're little comfort to the living, and it's not like they're going to benefit the dead in any way, either.

He's trying to make his way past the crowd when the missing imPorts begin returning, and then the crowd keeps growing and now he's stuck. He could keep fighting his way to the edge of the crowd and make his way back home, or he could find a spot somewhere and stay there until the crowd thins a bit and it's easier to move.

So that's what he's doing, squeezed up against a building. Standing, and watching, and not giving in to the festive mood even a tiny bit.

Or at least, he won't admit it if he is.