One of the loyalists remains infatuated, but the one who sought the one named for pet and metal, has no solace. An unforseen turn of events cast his hopes upon the rocks. As for the triangle, the conjoined legs grow ever stronger, reinforced by a second band, but the third leg... the third leg is lost. His reform abandoned along with the hope.

Two of the loyalists have moved under one roof, but friction now exists, and trust has been broken that shall not be mended soon if ever.

 But, good news, the Interloper shall not show his face near the setting of this play for quite sometime, the force at arms has him for at least a quartet of years to come.