Or, through the looking glass.
This is the chance of a lifetime. Caleb just has to survive it.
Caleb lives. Nathan lives. Not for very long, though.
Nathan is a different kind of mad scientist.
Caleb wakes up on the floor.
Nathan knows what Caleb likes, but not the way he likes it.
"Whatever you want," Nathan finds himself saying when his shirt comes off over his head and his glasses hit the nightstand — like he's talking to himself, which he might as well be. "Don't think about it like should, or shouldn't. Don't think. Don't fucking try and figure it out. Come on. You can keep your shirt on."
The least Nathan can do at this stage in the proceedings is show Caleb a good time.
After a long day of administering ethically dubious tests, it's time to hit the showers.
Nathan is there in the kitchen, waiting for him, unwrapping his hands.