Make that four, actually, because here comes another (surprisingly) sober Klaus. All the ruckus had woken him up from the nap he was attempting to get in the study nearby and as soon as he walks into the room, he takes one look around at all these versions of himself—

And promptly backpedals the fuck outta there with an oh-so-eloquent, "What. The actual. Fuck?" He stands just outside the doorway, hands pressed over his face, open-mouthed and saucer-eyed. He's not high, right? He's pretty goddamn sure he isn't, but...

There's no way that room has three whole other Klauses in it. Nope, he refuses to believe it-- this is all just some messed up dream he's having. Someone — anyone? — please, come wake him up.