Kate found herself in another dimly lit corridor, one she didn’t recall seeing before.
          "Don’t suppose there’s a bathroom around here," she panted.
          "Now why would a b-eautiful woman like you need a bathroom?" a charming American accented figure asked.
          "If you need me to explain that you have problems," Kate sarced.
          "Haha…and she’s funny too," smiled the American. He revealed a mouth of toothpaste advert teeth.
          "You’re the Ken Doll," Kate squealed.
          "Please…call me Chip," the Ken Doll chirped.
          "You’re quite a smooth talker for a dead guy," Kate purred.
          "Hey, some bits of me are quite alive," the Ken Doll remarked, moving closer to Kate.
          Kate gave him a flirty smile.

          Lewis had darted into a corridor, which promptly closed off behind him. He straightened up, banged his head and cursed.
          "Are you all right?" perked a familiar voice.
          "Are you stalking me?" Lewis asked the Canadian, who was looking concerned.
          "Would you like me to?" asked the Canadian.
          "Actually I’d like you to…" Lewis was cut off by a piercing scream from the Canadian. He turned to see the Music Man had sidled up beside Lewis.
          "HE’S MINE," yelled the Canadian, "you can have his friend," he added.
          "Hey, you didn’t speak in questions," Lewis mused as the Music Man slinked off.
          "What do you mean?" asked the Canadian.
          "Well you…you never….ahhh forget it," Lewis sighed and wandered off in another direction.