Jill's cubed pieces were placed, tray by tray, into the slightly less than boiling water. To Jill, it felt like a hot tub, though the fact that all her pieces were moving around independently added a new dimensiion to the sensations. The sensations got particularly unusual when Kimiko got to her head. Being able to see one half of your head from the other half could have been quite nausiating, if the parts which might have nauseated weren't already simmering in the pot.<br/><br/>When the last of her was tipped into the pot, and the lid went on, darkness descended, and it was just her, and the heat, and the moving water, pieces brushing against each other.