Faster and faster they turned and as the laws of physics demand, the tubes began to lift outward from the center pushing the occupants toward the bottom of their transparent cells.
Still faster they turned; the cylinders were now almost at a 90 degree angle to the pole that held it in place. The speed and pressure continued to build as Joanna felt he herself were being separated, much as the blood must be in the lab.
Clinging to consciousness with a thread Joanna thought she heard someone scream... then in a flash of madness she was torn into pieces.
Bright sunlight shone through the open drapes of Joanna's apartment. Blearily Joana groaned and turned away from the invading light. How did I get back here? Was the carnival just a dream?
Joanna tried to block the sun from her eyes as soon as she raised her hand she realized something was wrong... it wasn't her hand
