"Nurse Skratchit! Good..." Dukey took a steadying breath, "I was here, finishing up the nightly chores on the farm, and Clara fainted, right after saying 'Three? Three what?' I don't know what to do. She's breathing and has a pulse, but it was so sudden. She just went right down. I've got a minister, here, watching her at the moment, but what do I do?" He knew he was rambling a bit, but he couldn't help himself.<br/><br/>"She's, uhh, stable...I guess. On the couch, we brought her in, and she's just laying there, I hope they're all alright, the twins and her, ya know? What do you think could be wrong with her?"