( ( You're an idiot. Oh, he's beginning to suspect which one is real. Before the thought can develop into certainty, he catches both moving, and there's barely enough time to act.

He begins to turn to catch the false one from striking. He can't let Romana get hurt. While he's looking away, he feels a tug at his arm. ) )

What are you do-- ( ( She's pulling him away and he finds himself on his back on the ground. As he's falling he can see Romana rush by him and tackle the other to the ground. There is a scream. He can hear his name being called. Which one is it?) ) Romana!

( ( He clambers up just in time to see the end. Spain is frozen in between getting up, with a hand a knee on the ground. His eyes move from one body to the next. The blood spilling from the neck on one and the hand of the other.

Finally, on his feet, he rushes over to the two of them, pulling Romana off of the body. He places both hands on her shoulders and stares into her eyes. Complete and total fear, confusion, and concern searching for something certain. Oh, God. God, God, God, please let this be real. ) )

Roma-- Romana, say something.