- You're good. - There's no understudy. I'm desperate.

You can do this.

Okay, everybody. Gather around. Third Act, one last time.

Cue the music.

All behold the dreaded fate of Troy...

that once stood proud and light upon the hills of Sparta !

Now shrouded in the deathly smoke of ruin,

her royal children pitched from her walls,

her people driven through her ruins.

And now alone in fate's cruel isolation...

stands Cassandra,

her kingdom, family and friends...

driven to the wind.

- No crime against gods or man...

have I committed,

saith to speak the truth.

And each hideous vision born from my mind...

has come to pass.

Troy has fallen,

not by my hand or wish,