Waaaait a minute...

As you glance at the list of possible experiments you get a slightly uneasy feeling. Perhaps it was the mysterious words of caution from the bartender or maybe its the overall sense of edginess you get from this place but you decide this isn't the thing for you. Transmogrification? Subcutaneous Transfer? What does that even mean?

"Ummm, I don't think I want to participate."

The look in Dr. Lybeck's eyes as she stares at you feels as though it could melt steel. She then turns her glare toward Sam.

"You said he would be a willing participant." Her slow enunciation as she pronounces every syllable, the hard consonants as if daggers stabbing her words into place, she slowly turns back to you. Samantha's face, a look of confusion directed even more so at the doctor.

"But doctor, you can't expect him to sign up for something without giving him at least a taste of what he's committing to." Samantha seems just as puzzled at Dr. Lybeck's **** reaction.

"All participants must ..." The doctors voice fades into the background. You become highly aware of your own breathing. It's as if you can hear your heartbeat, thump, thump, thumping in your ears. And somewhere deep inside you hear this primal voice telling you to run. That innate cry that has kept mankind alive for millennia is begging you to take wing and leave this place. Your eyes turn toward the door, that portal of escape. You glance back over your shoulder. The doctor seems to be distracted saying something to Sam instead of watching you.

It's now or never.