Fortunately you can still control your torso, carefully you lift your head off the shelf and start crawling off in hot pursuit of your legs. It's actually easer to move about than you might have thought, without the weight of your legs you quickly crawl across the room to the exit. Beyond the door you find yourself in a dingy corridor lit by flickering oil lamps, doors on either side. You stop, trying to work out which way your legs went, until you hear a crash in the distance, that must be them. Hurriedly you follow the noise to the last door on the left. Peering through the gloom you can make out the silhouette of a toppled over table and chairs and partly covered by a sheet the twitching form of what can only be your errant legs. Relieved you set your head on the ground and slide your body toward your legs, as soon as they get close the two halves of your body snap together as if magnetized. Reliefs turns to horror as you immediately feel something is terribly wrong, tearing of the sheet you see not your own jeans clad legs but...