"Hamilton, are you okay?!" Aaron asks, shaking Alexander, who is sobbing... He knows that the man in front of him LOOKS like Jefferson, but ISN'T HIM AT ALL. "...Ham, its okay... I don't trust him either. I mean, look! His skin is falling off, and he doesn't even have eyelids." Aaron says, trying to reassure Alexander, and quite frankly, himself too. "...Mr. President... I... I think we need a recess... Now..."