We're right outside the Frish Flight Simulation Building, perhaps now known as the Hive-Maker Building, whose twin pillars are apparently carved straight from the twin towers of Babel. Out of the edged darkness (for this is a dark-framed picture), twin beesuited brothers appear, almost twin Jacobs... though we can't see their faces to confirm this, and also we figured out a while ago that Allele and Zillah are the real Jacob replacements here, so these guys must be fakes. So who are these guys, if she's telling the truth and that's what they are? As the suited thugs approach Mirroir centre , more alternates appear, another pair running, hands extended in Welcome Wagon friendliness, as if meeting the happy owner of organs that they'll need donated for the operation coming up week after next. When their hands grasp, the X-shape is finally and suitably united and ready for work here in the land of the land of the future dead. They can't stop the handshake, which must last for a thousand years; anyway, in a place like this, every greeting might be your last.
