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Sai stumbled out of the 'operating theatre' and promptly collapsed against the nearest stable object, clutching both head and stomach. As she and Fléin had entered they had been grabbed from behind, and the last thing Sai remembered was the sight of a wall coming towards her at a surprising speed.
Unfortunately, the object turned out to be the elevator doors, which opened behind her and sent her sprawling backwards into the arms of someone very soft. Sai tried to scramble to her feet, but that involved using her stomach muscles, and they weren't too keen on exerting themselves after whatever that mad doctor had done to them. As she groaned on the floor, a gloved hand reached down to help her up. Taking it she pulled, and then screamed as it came off in her hand!
"No, no! Please! Don't worry! Happens all the time, really." Came a voice from above, and Sai looked up quickly. The fast movement caused flashing lights to appear in front of her eyes, and she made a mental note not to do anything to stress her head. When her vision cleared, she saw that she was sitting in front of what looked like a man made out of straw. To make matters even stranger, he was still talking.
"Are you alright?"
"Yes, fine, thank you. Just a little surgery. Uh, I'm sorry but, you do know you're made out of straw right? And that your hand has just come off?"
"Oh yes. I just need a little manure and that'll go right back on though so don't you worry. Just pass it back here."
Sai did as he said whilst shaking her head (gently) in the hope that this was just a hallucination or a dream. However, the pain caused by that simple motion soon had her convinced that if this was a dream it was incredibly realistic, and she should just play along.
"Well then, it's nice to meet you Mr . . .?"
"Fawkes, Guy Fawkes. I'm afraid people sent the day celebrating my death to Mordor. I was something of an anarchist you see, and this fact was bizarrely celebrated in the form of fireworks and practical jokes for years! But those dratted kids went and ruined it and now I'm here. I don't suppose you'd be interested in throwing me on a fire would you? I burn very well you know."
"I would love to Mr Fawkes but you see this is my stop. It was lovely speaking to you. Hope I imagine you again soon. Goodbye!"
And Sai fled the elevator the second the doors opened, leaving a very forlorn looking Guy Fawkes waving his hand with the one still attached to the rest of him. Stopping for a moment to give the world a chance to stop spinning as her body recovered from the burst of speed she looked around this new floor. She knew she had to find a Doctor Sigmund, but couldn't see that name on any of the doors around her.
After a fruitless few minutes spent scouring the length and depth of the corridor (she had fallen a few times as her head seemed to have disconnected itself slightly from the rest of her body and was now working with the body of something that had at least 3 extra legs) she decided to knock on the door with no name, wondering if this was the beginning of the test, being able to find the right door.
She knocked twice and heard a voice call out.
"Two knocks! Definitely the sign of an Oedipal complex! Enter!"
So she did.
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