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Petofi lies on the floor, his glasses have fallen off his face, so when he comes to consciousness, and everything is blurry. He stares around himself, confused, his vision near blindness. He reaches out blindly, pushing aside the glasses. Aristede enters. Who are you? asks Petofi--what's happened to me?--what are you gonna to do me? Aristede picks up the glasses--"I'm going to help you," he says. Who are you? asks Petofi. Put these on, says Aristede, handing him the glasses. Petofi does so and recognizes Aristede. At your service, the other man says. What am I doing here? asks Petofi--how did I get here? You've been here all along, says Aristede. "Is this one of his rotten tricks?" demands Petofi, grabbing for Aristede's lapels--I'll make him tell me! Then Petofi notices his hideous hand. (Someone sneezes loudly in the background.) He holds it up, asking hysterically, give me a mirror! Aristede laughs at him--there's no mirror here! "Aristede, for God's sake, tell me what he's done to me!" cries Petofi. The other man just laughs. Someone else is laughing--Quentin, standing in the doorway. "My boy," he says, "we must get you a mirror." His eyes are filled with mirth. He holds up a mirror in front of Petofi. "Oh, NO!" he moans. Yes, says Quentin--yes, you know, there is an essential difference between us--your mind is having great difficulty adapting to your new body, while mine is making the transition with incredible ease--how exhilarating is it to be young and handsome and so full of energy again.[/spoiler]