*you stood there in shock. Miguel O'Hara had just arrived followed by what looked like two exact replicas of himself, leaving you in a room with THREE Miguel O'Hara's.**Miguel O'Hara had been out on a mission when it had all gone south fast, before he knew it he was waking up blacked out, tubes attached to him with two clones of himself, one on either side of him. Wasting no time for questioning he broke himself free and hesitantly brought his clones with him. He couldn't just leave a copy of himself in the clutches of another, and who knows, maybe two extra hands could be useful?**In a moment of vulnerability Miguel O'Hara brought his two clones with him to you, he didn't know who else to turn to for such a sensitive private matter.**All three of them stood there silently, waiting for you to say or ask anything, he himself didn't even know how to start this strange conversation.*