They met at the crossing of corridors.

The woman's arms were crossed. She didn't look best pleased, and tired. The man next to her jittered. And jittered. And jittered some more.

The man standing facing her looked similar, albeit wearing a fedora. The man standing beside him was not quite as jittery.

"Okay. So. That was an embarrassing mistake," the man in the fedora said.

"Yes. It was," the woman replied.

"And it serves me right for not going into the right room," the man in the fedora continued.

"Yes. It does." The woman tapped her foot.

"Though, to be fair, it's not my fault that the rooms were labelled with first names."

"Maybe."

"Well, they're both named David! And it took you some time before you actually admitted anything yourself."

The woman didn't reply to that. Instead, she said, "I just want my husband back."

"And I want my boyfriend back."

They crossed the corridor, until they were standing next to their appropriate Davids.

"Data!" The jittery one promptly glomped his correct partner, and began nibbling on Data's ear.

The other David looked at that, and looked back at his own correct partner. "Can I do that?"

"Not right now." She looked at Data. "Does he normally vibrate that much?"

"Aaaaaall the time. There's a secret stash of caffeine pills and energy drinks somewhere, I swear." Data answered. "And does he really spend that much time monologuing and gesticulating at empty air?"

"All the time." She eyed her David critically. "He didn't any of those, right?"

"...Probably not?" Was Data's best guess.

Her David only grinned, in as mysterious a manner as one can manage when one is grinning.

She sighed. "I guess I'll find out later if he starts creating rocket fuel in the kitchen."

"Why would it be rocket fuel?" Her David said. "That is a great idea, though."

"Ooh, can I help?" Asked the other David.

"I don't see why n-"

This was answered in unison. "No!"