Cut to Drake.

Drake furrowed his brow as he went through Davis' memories. He could hear the two women going at it outside, but he needed to concentrate. There was a way to fix all of this, he just had to make sure there were no loose ends...

Finally, he stepped outside. The women were lying nude next to each other, panting and touching each others' faces. They didn't seem to notice Drake's presence until he cleared his throat.

"Hey, it's Mr. Drake!" Natasha seemed very glad to see him, which he mostly attributed to the ****. "Hi Mr. Drake! Rachel and I just had sex."

"Don't forget me!" Claire added with a smile, and Natasha giggled manically.

"Ok, girls, I think I know what to do to make this whole situation right." Drake spoke slowly in hopes of communicating with them. "I have some questions for you first, though."

He turned to Natasha. "Natasha, you said earlier that you still want to exist. Are you sure?"

She nodded emphatically. "I want more sex! That was amazing!"

"Not all partners are as skilled as me, darling," Rachel said with a smirk, then burst out laughing.

"Ok, I think I can help you with that. It might take some getting used to, but I suspect you'll do great. Now," he turned to the multi-personality chimera lying at her side, "I'd like to speak to Mrs. Ashcroft."

"As you wish," she mumbled through a goofy grin. "What would you like to discuss?"

"How much of this you'd like to remember. When I take Claire from you-"

"Oh, do you have to?" Rachel/Claire interrupted. "It's been ever so much fun. Claire's a real firecracker!"

His eyebrows raised. "You want her to stay?"

"She does, and I wanna stay too!" Claire said through Rachel's mouth. "I like being in here. This body is so sexy and Rachel's so fun to share a mind with. I don't wanna go back to dumpy old Claire's body and life."

Drake was caught off guard by this new wrinkle. He took a moment to think while the women stared lazily at the ceiling. After a moment, he spoke.

"Claire, Rachel, I'm going to take away the effects of the **** from you. I'm also going to take your emotions because I want you to be totally clear and rational for this conversation. Are you ready?"

When she nodded, he closed his eyes for a moment. Suddenly her smile melted away, replaced with a blank stare.

"Thank you, Mr. Drake," she said in a monotone. She was still naked and staring at the ceiling. "We can think much more clearly now."

"Good," he said. "I want to confirm what you-"

"Yes," she interrupted. "We've both found this arrangement agreeable. This is Rachel speaking. Having Claire with me has changed my outlook immensely. In the few hours we've shared a mind, we've grown as close as two people can. I would be terribly disappointed if we no longer shared a mind. I'll let her speak for herself."

After a beat, she spoke again. "Claire here. Honestly, I was terrified of sharing a body with Rachel but now that I'm here, it feels like we've been together forever. She feels like a part of me now; removing me would be like an amputation."

"But what about your old life? Your family, your friends?"

"I had none," Claire replied coolly. "There's a reason I was in this line of work. I was alone, as lonely as a person could be. I didn't even know how lonely I was until I met Rachel. We've got enough resources to tidy up Claire's affairs - pay off the remainder of her lease, explain to her various contracting agencies that she'll be permanently retired. The world doesn't need me, Mr. Drake. Rachel does."

Drake thought about it. He'd never left a job in such a chaotic state, but if they really wanted it...