>Ask the spine what it's selling! No, take its hat. Visit the nose again! Steal band-aids. Go back and talk to the barf guy. Take your clothes off. Collect useless things. Move furniture around.

....Know what? No. Since you woke up here, you've had thoughts that didn't feel like your own. Voices in your head. Ridiculous, nonsense ideas. Are you sick? Are you drugged? Are little green men beaming radio signals into your brain? Who cares. The last thing you have time for is to worry about a giant nose's problems or buy things out of part of a skeleton's briefcase. Why are you even entertaining the notion of doing anything that does not involve searching for your son?