Bob simply laughs, watching on, drinking in their confusion and apprehension. This was beautiful. A friend fighting a friend, one on one. No doubt they would be far better matched than any clone he could have created, as both would know everything about the opponent. He would not interfere with the fight, not unless there was foul play, as this was not something for him.

However, there was something else going on that would most likely not be nearly so reluctant about interfering. Slowly, Mia began twitching. Soon, she would rejoin the world of the conscious, and there would be all hell to pay.