It Was Her. It Was Teresa.

He Didn't Have A Single Clue What Was Going On With These Two Strangers, But Every Instinct Told Him Master George Equaled Good, Mistress Jane Equaled Bald- He Blinked-uh, Bad.

It Was You And Me, Tom. We Did This To Them. To Us.

Everything Is Going To Change.

Just Go With It', He Thought. 'you Won't Figure Out Anything If You Give In To Fear'.

Such A Display Of Death - How Could It Be Considered A Victory?