Nemo's arms ached after only five minutes wrapped around his stomach, the belts of the straight jacket digging into his skin. Darla had his arm in her hand, and was walking briskly through the hall.

"You'll love my lab," She was saying. "Lots and lots of sharp things."

"You're taking me to another lab? Away from PSWay?" Nemo panted, his legs stumbling over the floor.

"You'll love it," She said again. "Gotta love the sharp things."

I can't leave the building, Nemo was thinking. Dad will be looking for me here. I have to do something, anything.

Without thinking, he let his body go limp and he closed his eyes, pretending to pass out. He slumped against her body and fell to the ground.

Darla stopped and stared at him. "What are you doing!" He heard her yelling. She started yanking his arm up, but he planted his body to the ground.

"Why are you sleeping!" She started yelling for some reason. She knelt down shook him by the shoulders. "Wake up!"

He didn't say anything, but kept lying there, shutting his eyes. He heard her take something out of her pocket and hold it to her ear.

"Daddy, is this you? Daddy, the subject you gave me is not moving!" She screeched. "He just fell down and fainted!"

A pause, then, "Sure, I'll do that."

She put the object back in her pocket and he felt hands slide under his arms. She dragged him across the floor, grunting and stumbling in her high heels.

"Lucky day for you, 42." She said. "I get to operate on you here, at PSWay. Would you like that?"

She stopped in front of a door and set him down. She walked to a door and was struggling to open it.

Seizing his chance, Nemo stretched forward and bit her on the ankle. Darla screamed and jumped away. He struggled into a standing position and ran off.

He could hear her not far behind him, but he ducked into a door. Several operating tools were scattered about, and he grabbed one with his teeth. Leaning his head down, he finally managed to cut all three belts and break free of the jacket.

He was just ripping it off when Darla burst through the door, her ankle bleeding.

"Stop right there, little boy." She hissed, coming closer to him.

Snatching a sharp tool from the table, Nemo held it out in front of him. "Don't come any closer." He warned.

Of course, she did, and grabbed his arm. He jabbed the tool forward, poking it into her shoulder.

With a scream, she knocked it out of his hand and tackled him to the ground.

"You chose the perfect hiding place, 42," She said dragging him to a large device in the middle of the room. "This is the exact machine I need for your kind."

She strapped his chest and legs to an upright board, which suddenly started rotating. He found himself hanging upside from his knees, his arms hanging in midair.

Darla put a pair of glasses on and picked up a tool. "Let's see what this shorter arm of yours is all about."