The lights are on, and you're surround by people.

You're tumbling backwards. The panic of falling is the first thing that greets your semiconscious mind. You throw a hand back to catch yourself, but your hand slides out from underneath you as if on intangible ice. You're still falling, and try to bring your feet up underneath you, to the same effect. You pause for a moment, only to find yourself gently swinging in the air, and not falling at all, though that realization does little to help your disorientation. You grasp for some solid purchase once again, but it's still just as futile.

"Shh... it's ok, John" Sam's voice comforts you. You feel her touch on your shoulder, and she continues. "Just relax. Dr. Lybeck's here and she's going to fix it."

"Sam?" You croak. You blink a few times bringing the blurry world into focus and find yourself staring at the ceiling. Shadowy threads lead from harnesses on the ceiling to your body. Their rattling reveals them to be chains. Your eyes itch, and you attmpt to wipe the sand from them... but can't quite reach. Mercifully Sam responds and takes a damp cloth to dab at your face. Your vision a little more clear, you confirm that you're in the same harness as the woman before, or at least one very similar. Sam stands by your head, while Dr.Lybeck flips through papers at your feet.

You wiggle within the harness, so rattling the chains, then look to Sam and breathily ask. "What's going on."

You find an answer in the asking. That's not your voice. That's a woman's voice... No... That's THE woman's voice. The same woman you were busy fucking only moments ago. Samantha seems to understand your sudden realization, and smirks, though not without sympathy still etching her brow. "Yeah, you really did it. Of all the labs you could have walked into..."

"What... what happened to my body!" You demand, more than ask.