They are dancing. Sword fighting. There are three people watching them. They are outside. There is a canvas hanging in the background. They are not smiling. The gentleman looks stern. Their names are Charles and Katherine. It looks like Katherine will land one soon. She sees her reflection in the cupboard. Someone is going to get hurt. Swords are clanking. There are grunts with every strike. Katherine will win, and the prize will be Charles' respect. "I told you this would not work," said Charles.