Scott raises an eyebrow.  Stage magician?  Well, that explained it, at least.   Weren't all performance artists just a little bit insane?  Or, at the very least, a little bit sociopathic.   He'd read that somewhere.<br/><br/>Nodding, he squints at the emblem on the door.   Ugh.  His temples are pounding again.  It must be the lingering effects of ...whatever just happened.  That bell.<br/><br/>"Doctor?" he shouts again, this time banging on the door with the tire iron.  If there is no response, he'll open the door and look inside, glancing at the symbol as he does so.<br/><br/>