>Head for Dr. Man's Office

You've practically lost track of time watching a pile of trash making babies from a giant spleen's blood, but as fascinating as it is you can't just stand there gawking forever. You tear yourself away and cautiously sneak down the hall to the lobby.

It looks like a warzone in here, but nothing feels quite as alarming as that weird new purple door, where the cafeteria used to be. You still don't remember what happened to you back there, but every hair on your body is standing on end.