<strong><em>"Three!!? Three what?"</em></strong><br/><br/>Dukey turned to the sound, just in time to see Clara collapse. He immediately ran back to the barn, and tripped halfway there in his rush, scrambling the rest of the way on hands and knees.<br/><br/>He got to her side, and turned her head gently upright, checking for breathing and a pulse. Finding both, he sighed a little in relief. "Clara? Clara! Can you hear me? Come on, Clara...answer me." He began to perform CPR, which basically amounted to him kissing her and feeling her breasts up a few times, after which he called for the Minister.<br/><br/>"Minister Mac, help! Clara's unconscious..."<em>Oh, no...what happened?</em>he thought.<em>I hope she didn't have a stroke from getting all upset at us.</em><br/><br/>"Minister Mac! Quickly, help me get her back to the house." He undid the top few buttons of her sleeveless shirt, to make it easier for her to breathe, hoping the Minister wouldn't notice, and debating whether he should carry Clara under her arms, or take her legs. He decided to let the Minister take her legs, instead.