Sphinx dorm: Ollie and Emily (the real one)
Oliver was thankful when Emily came to help him. He was definitely grateful for the fact that he was right about the light saber. He watched as his other self fell to the ground. He doubted it was enough to kill it, but then who knows. He wasn't even sure why or how he just fought himself; however, he was certain. That was him. Same spots and marks. He even acted based on instinct similar to how his dreams had been lately.
He rested one hand on Emily's head when she asked her question. "He's gone at least," he replied. He then took his other hand and lifted her head so he could see her better. Then, the what if thoughts poured into his head in a wave of potential regrets, and he pressed his lips to hers. He would remember in a moment that his clothes were somewhere on the first floor, but at the moment, that thought was no where near.