"Doctor Gil Alexander?"

"In the flesh however diminutive it may be," he replied. "Shall we get started my dear?"

Eleanor peered at the eerie creature. "So you know what's wrong with me? Why I have headaches and how… How this all started!"

"Ah yes well I know the 'how' and the 'why' but 'what' as in 'what happened' is still very unclear. I do have several hypotheses but now that we have the test subject herself namely you I need not even theorize. So without further ado would you kindly follow Mr. Park's directions? Are you ready for us Mathew?"

"I have (ouch) been," Mathew replied sucking on his shocked finger.

As Eleanor guardedly approached the reclined chair next to where Mathew had been messing with wires she saw him squatting next to a very large machine splicing wires together. A moment later the machine hummed to life. When He saw Eleanor standing so close to him he jumped to his feet in surprise.

"Do not worry Mathew," she mocked. "I won't bite but then again neither can you anymore."

Being ridiculed he made a sarcastic smile, "Cheeky as always eh?"

"Children," Dr. Gil reprimanded.

Mathew rolled his eyes and shook his head with disgust. "Right then. You will need to take off your clothes, er suit."

"What? Don't feel like ripping them off yourself? And no I think I'll keep my dignity this time."

"Do you want the procedure done or not?" Mathew face grew red with anger until he felt a tug. It was Dr. Gil's manner of punishment. If he did not shape up, so to speak, then the doctor would increase the telekinetic pull on every one of his atoms. Not a very pleasant feeling.

"It is mandatory for the machine to get a proper reading," Mathew replied cool as a cucumber but his eyes seemed twitchy. "I have something for you to- to keep your dignity. There is a small office over there where you can change and the gown is inside."

Eleanor finally did as she was told and entered the enclosed room. The surprise of seeing Mathew so soon still gave her shivers. So much hatred filled with passion tormented her mind as she hastily removed the diver suit. She quickly folded her underwear and put on a gown made entirely of paper. It came down to her knees and was very airy. Dignity, she thought, what dignity was to be maintained with this construction paper rag? A second later she exited the room.

Mathew glanced her way when she reappeared. His silently exalted her form. When his eyes met hers she glared back. "Ah, ready?"

"Yeah," she replied cynically.

"Right then, please sit the reclining chair and I'll begin," he replied motioning to the chair next to where he had been rewiring the machine.

As she sat down the chair tilted horizontally and became prostrate. Meanwhile Mathew sat at the controls and calibrated the system. When he had finished he picked up a clipboard and showed it to Eleanor.

"Okay so here is the rundown of the machine. It has two horizontal line emitters that shoot harmless negative charges at various strengths down your coronal plane. The charges will either bounce off the human tissue they are not strong enough to penetrate or meet down your medial line and bounce back to be recollected."

Mathew then motioned to a metal flat panel that was suspended above the chair Eleanor was lying on. "This flat panel hanging above you, which will be lowered during the procedure, contains a positive charge and will collect the patterns made by the negative charges. The machine creates these images at a paper-width thickness then raises to the next paper-width level."

"It then stores the photos digitally. The end result is a compilation of photos that the computer assembles in sequence and finally sends the results to Dr. Gill up there via a chip he had implanted on himself. Now during the process you may talk but try not to move too much. The computer can correct a few distortions but not a lot. (sigh) Any questions?"

"Yes I do in fact. How do you know this equipment, or even how to wire it? You seem to know a lot more than you let on."

"Well I did make it my business to know and before I was put in charge of Persephone I was an assistant to Dr. Gil when he still was, well human anyway. After Stanley flooded the place most of the electrical workings had gone to pot and it fell to me to repair most of it. Wasn't an easy task to be sure. But I digress… are you ready?"

When Eleanor nodded Mathew sat in his chair at the controls and typed in the command code. The hum from the machine grew slightly louder as it began the tedious process.

"Given your size and weight the process should only take thirty minutes," Mathew informed.

Eleanor nodded then scolding herself for moving. For the first fifteen minutes the process continued without either person saying a word. Mathew kept glancing at Eleanor then back at the display to track the progress then back at Eleanor, etc.

After another minute, she felt the need to ask a burning question and to break the damn silence. "So why did you do it?"

Mathew gave her a weird look. "Do it? I have done a great many things that could be categorized as good and bad down here. It seems that my greatest mistake is that you were never one of them."

Eleanor began blushing but tried to hide it. "I mean Dionysus Park. I mean if Dr. Alexander trust some part of you then you cannot be all that bad so why?"

Mathew swung a full circle in his chair then firmly grasped the arm rest. "I left Gil's science team when his psyche first started to deteriorate. I knew he was going insane and so did he. So I left. Found work under Sofia Lamb who graciously accepted by abilities. She then put me in charge of Persephone after we drained it. I had wealth and power but all I wanted to do was make for the surface, to escape this hell. And I knew that if I appeased the powers that be then I would find my chance to escape. To that end I did anything and everything in my power to please Sofia Lamb. My desperation powered my madness."

Eleanor regarded the words he said. "I only hated you a moment ago but I can help but take pity on you."

"Hmph, pity me? I was a fool and still am one who deserves no pity. But enough talking you are done."

"The machine finished?"

Mathew pressed the button that raised the horizontal metal plate and lowered the chair so Eleanor could stand up. She got to her feet and stretched her lazy muscles.

"Hey Gil," Mathew yelled. "Did you get it."

Having been silent up until now, Doctor Alexander spoke up. "Yes, yes I have the results. Ms. Lamb are you ready?"

Eleanor did not understand what he meant. "I am?"

"Good."

Eleanor felt something pulling on her. The sensation felt weird but comforting in a way. She looked around the room and saw herself standing next to Mathew while she was floating toward the ceiling. Out of body experience, she thought.

"Pretty much," Doctor Alexander replied but his voice sounded wavy.

As she floated higher and higher, she found herself floating through the glass ceiling and then through Gil Alexander's gelatinous body. Suddenly Eleanor found herself standing in a white space. She heard steps behind her. It was Doctor Gil Alexander but his appearance was how he originally looked. A mousy kind of face with soft eyes and hair that was retreating.

"Again, Hello Ms. Lamb and welcome to my psyche."