The two Drifters continued down five levels in the caverns of ten feet forward, ten feet to the left, going down a floor, and going down further. And, the two of them had not spoken at all. Virginia mentioned something after waking up, and the man did not return verbal words of proper conversation so she continue in quiet. Jet meanwhile had multiple thoughts in his head that he did not want to think about because he knew someone would know somewhere.

Finally, something was said. "Did you sleep well?" It was unexpected of Jet to say something first.

"Oh, huh, yeah, I did." She said in surprise. "Why?"

"What do you mean why?"

"Well, why did you bother asking?"

He groaned. "Because I thought I should! Jeez, you're mad when I say nothing, and then you get mad when I say something. I thought it'd be nice to say something nice after the last conversations we've been having, but I guess I was wrong." He sighed.

"I...was just wondering...why you...forget it." She mumbled.

"I didn't mean to sound aggressive."

"Well, you sort of did."

"It does annoy me though."

"Well, I'm SORRY you don't know how to talk to me." She paused. "No, I am. I'm sorry. You really didn't grow up like I did...I should expect different things."

"Don't want your pity."

"I know. I'm not giving you pity Jet. It isn't that."

He snapped to her. "Then, what is it?" He wondered in a soft voice.

"I...It's more...concern Jet."

"Concern? You're concerned about me?" Jet questioned.

"Sometimes...people confuse it with pity. It isn't the same though." Virginia explained.

Jet continued wordlessly. "Thank you."

"What was that?" She questioned. What did he say?

"I said, 'I'm sorry'." He coughed.

"You're...sorry?" She wondered.

"For being rude." He glanced away. "You were concerned. I should thank you for such concern."

"You're welcome...Jet." She replied mildly surprised.

The two of them entered a room at the end expecting another ramp. Instead, they found themselves in a large room with a single light that was placed at the very top—in the very middle—of the left wall. That light being so bright they need to look away when first arriving. It was almost like that of the sun.

As the light faded Jet's eyesight returned to him. As he looked for Virginia instead he finds himself. That was right. He looked and found another Jet beside him and he jumped away. "Who are you?" He grit.

From the light of the room there was an answer. "Jet? Are you here?" It was Virginia.

"Virginia?" He shouted. "I can't see you! Just another me."

"The same here!" She replied from somewhere in the room.

"What should we do? Kill this fake?"

"I think they're planning that, too, so, it would be a wise choice." She uttered drawing her ARMs.

"Understood." He replied as he faced the other Jet who was taking out his own ARM. Jet dodged some shots from the other Jet. Jet closed the distance between him and his copy and hit the copy back.

Virginia let out a yelp. Her copy had attacked her with a fist that she barely dodged. She gained her footing and fired out at the other Virginia. That copy maneuvered around the shots and was able to hit her in the chest with a foot.

Jet meanwhile saw that he was winning the fight and sent a jab at the copy's face. Unfortunately for him the copy moved and fired at him. He moved away from the shots at the last minute.

Jet looked to the light that blinded him as he entered and watched the floor. Noticing the two shadows that danced across it. With wide eyes he closed the distance between his copy again.

Virginia stumbled back. Her copy was ready to kill her. Her copy was inches away, and Virginia closed her eyes in fear. The unexpected came. Her copy kissed her on the lips and in response Virginia sent a shot through her copy's gut.

Jet meanwhile fired at the light that was shining down on them. "Virginia...I,"

Virginia opened her eyes. As she fell on the hard floor Jet fell atop her with a wound to the chest. His blood falling on her as they lied on the floor. "Jet! I...I...Are you okay?" She realized that she had shot him.

"The light...made us...think...the other...was not who they were." Jet explained with a soft voice as he winched as he put his hand to his gut. "You...thought I was...You." He simply stated.

"I'm sorry! Jet! I'm so sorry!" She put her arms around Jet tightly and as hard as she could get them. "I...didn't mean to shoot you!"

"Virginia...I..." He moved his face forward much like he had a few minutes before and placed his lips upon her own. She joined in soon after. However, the kiss is stopped by Jet before it ever really begins. "Erk..." He simply gasped. She looked to his eyes.

"Jet?" She questions. He just ruined what could have been their first true real kiss! She was so ashamed of herself. He placed his hand at the top of her blouse near her neck. She was wondering what he was up to. That's when he did something to the utmost extent unlike Jet. He ripped her blouse off from collar to her waist. She kicked him to the side at that in shock. As she attempted to sit up her breasts nearly toppled out from where the were. She never sat up. Jet had grabbed her legs. One in each hand. Her left in his right hand and her right in his left. She looked on in fear. "No! Jet! Please!" She had an idea what he was about to do, and it was four letters long and started with an 'R'.

So, it was only natural he wound up on the floor with a bullet in his head from her ARM.

It was quiet for a moment. She said there with tears and regret of what she just did. She could have yelled again. Shoot him in the arm. No, she shot him out-right in the head. She probably killed him. But then, "I...Virginia." Jet attempted to say something more. "Why...What...Did...Did I do something?"

She moved to his side. "Jet?"

"How...did...your blouse...get ripped up?"

Her eyes went wide. "Jet? Were you...Were you being...controlled again?" She swallowed. That made her actions even worse.

"I...think so." He gasped. It was hard to get air in. "What did...I do?"

"You...didn't do anything. Jet, just, hold on." She grabbed his hand gently. "It doesn't matter. Jet, just, please live!" She cried.

"I'm...sorry...for whatever they made me do...but...Virginia...It was not...It wasn't...Em-"That was the last thing Jet Enduro ever said.