When Theresa asked if anyone was there with him, Jamie laughed. He laughed the laugh of a man close to madness. "Yes, someone is here with me. Lots of someone's actually. And they're all me." One of the dupes nearby grabbed the phone with an exasperated sigh. "Hi, listen. We're all stuck in some crappy motel room and...how do I put this simply? Jamie can create duplicates of himself. I am one such duplicate. There are..." He paused to count..." thirty-six of us now. Usually Jamie is sane enough to absorb us all back in but I'm thinkin' he's pretty close to losing it right now. Here, I'll hand the phone back."
Jamie took the phone and watched with confusion as his dupe gave him an encouraging pat on the shoulder. "Theresa, you have a very lovely accent. Are you old enough to drive?"