Number one suspect

"Don't worry Vorden, we'll have you out in no time. Do you think you could bend the bars?" Quinn asked Borden.

The two of them were standing outside of the cell, and rather than rushing forward to help. Borden stood there for a while. He didn't know what, but the feeling he was getting off his brother was different.

"Come on, we should leave now while it's still the middle of the night." Jazz said. "That way, when Pai and Vi-, I mean my sweet evil brother and sister get down here, we will have a head start before they notice."

Now Borden was sure of it.

"Quinn, this is not my brother. I know he looks like my brother, but I can tell it's not him."

Jazz's heart started to beat rapidly, how could this tiny little man know that he wasn't Vorden. He had checked one of the mirrors before leaving. He looked identical to him at the moment. Even he was taken aback and thought it was nearly impossible for anyone to see through the disguise.