Was her cloak done up tightly (painfully)? Yes. Good. C.C Woods scowled, holding onto the collar of the black material as she looked around the door on Level Three; it looked promising, but she needed more than that. She needed results from professionals, or else she was in rather a lot of trouble with more than one person on more than one count.

Unwillingly, she stepped in. These should be able to help her, right? It was the Reversal Squad, right? If it was, it was these, and then sort out that darned spell on her lower body (preferably quickly - she was sick of hitting her legs against doors and not knowing she was about to beforehand). She'd just prefer to have her own head again first.

'Is there anyone here who could help?' she called - no, wait. That was a voice that came from inside the hood; C.C's lips hadn't moved. That would be the voice that wasn't meant to be there; C.C reluctantly let her hood sag to her shoulders, revealing the extra head and the reason she needed help.

She'd better be in the right place now, or she was going to go mental.