Not wanting to wait to find out who has been operating on you and what they plan to do next, you decide to leave. You take a step towards the door, then pause. You’re naked. You can’t go out naked can you? You know modesty should make you feel self conscious about it, but for some reason you can’t summon the worry to care. Besides, there’s no clothing here that you can see, and the sheet is hardly practical unless you want to try doing your best Julius Caesar impression.
Strange. You can recall the name of a man two millennia dead, but not your own. With a sigh you shake your head and take a step towards the door. You can’t see any handles, but there is a square of metal on the wall next to it and on a whim you place your hand on it and push.
The door whooshes open to reveal...
