 You're Terry. Now, Scott, I thought you said you could tell us apart. Well, the test showed only what I've known for a long time, that she hated me, hated me from the bottom of her heart, because men found it easy enough to like me, but not her. The mirror. The mirror! I see Ruth there! In the mirror! I'm sorry, Terry. She's not dead! Put down that vase, Terry. All right, Sergeant. Take her to headquarters.