As both Chris and Beth Anne looked at the different portals, or windows, opening onto new realms of reality, a voice called out to them, just as Beth Anne was turning away from one. It showed a pristine and stainless scientific lab, obviously cleaned maniacally very, very regularly. There was a table to examine subjects, and presumable operate on them, as well. There were shelves and tables filled with bottles, instruments and all sorts of scientific paraphernalia. The person who had called out to Beth Anne was a tall, thin man, in a lab coat just as white and clean as the rest of the lab. He was wiping his hands on a cloth, also pristine. He smiled at Beth Anne as she turned towards him again. His smile didn't reach his eyes, though.
"Why, Beth Anne. Long time no see."
"Indeed," she answered. "It has been a long time. How's the girl I last sent you?"
"Very well indeed," he smiled again. "She is very happy. As was I, experimenting on her. When shall you give me another test subject, might I ask?"
"No one soon, as far as I know."
"You've promised me one for a while now. I might get...well... rather impatient. If you catch my drift," he frowned.
"I see your point," grumbled Beth Anne, clearly annoyed now.
Chris had approached out of curiosity and Beth Anne seized him, brutally pushing him into the window. Out of balance and having nothing to catch himself onto, not to mention most surprised, Chris tumbled into the window, landing on his butt and without pain, as if in a dream. The window showing Bath Anne and the other realms was completely gone, though. It had vanished, but not before Beth Anne's voice rung into the air and Chris' ears, saying: "All right, have this one then and leave me in peace for a good while!" After which the doctor had thanked her. The tall man was standing now above him, his tall size meaning he loomed over the poor boy. He bent and grabbed the chin of his newest captive, grinning evilly and a sparkle of mean anticipation in his eyes.
"Well, let's get to work, now, shall we? You look like a perfect specimen."
Chris had just the time to shout curses and insults when the doctor clapped his hands and called for someone named Igor. Chris then felt a painful prick on his neck. Fuming., he turned to see a small grotesque man with a near toothless smile and the same white lab coat. He was holding an empty syringe. Chris then clutched his head, moaning. His vision became dotted with spots, his head turned brutally and his eyres drooped as if they had a life of their own. He slumped on the ground and started sleeping. The red-haired doctor smiled, in an excellent mood. He was going to have fun and do good work on that one! Just what he needed!