They sit in the hospital waiting room. There is a cluster of girls wearing miniskirts and tank tops. One girl is wearing kakis and a white collared shirt. Her mother said she should look respectable. She feels a strange sort of disconnect. The teacher is pacing in circles. All of his students have arrived but their cadaver guide is late. He crisply counts all his students again and thinks about the disconnect between when the man said he would arrive and when he actually is arriving. The guide wearing scrubs arrives. The teacher briskly introduces himself and the man in scrubs has the class follow him to the staircase. The sign above it reads EXIT. The staircase leads to the basement. The girl in kakis rubs her collar that is chafing her neck. The girls in miniskirts giggle. The teacher frowns, the man in scrubs opens the door to where the cadavers are kept.
The cadaver is lying on the table. Each section of the body is disconnected from the other. The girls stop giggling. They take their seats around the body. The girl with the stiff collar begins to feel warm. The man in scrubs begins to tell them about the brain. He is eyeing the girl feeling warm. There is a hole in the top of the skull. Still watching the girl, he takes two fingers and pushes them in the hole. The girl passes out. The teacher bends over her. The giggling girls pull out their cell phones and take pictures of the vagina. The girl who fainted sits outside the room and the man in scrubs sits by her and gives her water. The teacher comes fuming out of the room saying how fainting is an attuned reaction but taking pictures of a vagina that is an emotional disconnect. The man in scrubs smiles lightly to himself.
When the class has gone, the man sits alone with the cadaver inserting his two fingers in and out of the brain. He smiles lightly to himself and finds himself reaching for the vagina. He thinks to himself, it is an odd disconnect really.