You clear some muck away from your face and open your eyes, but it's not much use - it's pitch black in here. You gingerly struggle to your feet on the ridged and very slippery floor that seems to undulate gently beneath you, and wade through the waist-deep water as you begin trying to get your bearings. You pick a random direction and walk a few steps, feeling the ground curve quickly uphill into a rippled wall. You then turn around and walk a few steps in the opposite direction, again feeling the floor curve upward into a wall. Keeping your hands on the wall, you begin walking sideways along the wall, trying to figure out which direction slopes up towards the duodenum and which slopes down into the deep end of the stomach pool.

This is the other reason you like getting eaten in one of the early bites of the meal - you get first dibs on a relatively dry and comfortable spot to set up camp for the duration of the digestive process. Up near the duodenum is pretty good, if you don't mind the low ceiling. The worst place to be is in the deep part of the pool, treading bile and muck while more food and colleagues rain in from the cardiac sphincter above.

You're still walking up the gently sloping organ, running your hands along the wall, when the entire stomach is rocked with spasms, followed by a loud thump that knocks you off your feet. It takes you a few seconds to realize that you must be tickling Sally terribly by walking around like this - apparently she has a very sensitive tummy.

Well, good, you think as you get back on your feet. At least she won't forget about me down here.

Figuring that where you are is as good a spot as anywhere, you decide to set up camp right here. You unzip your belly-pack and feel around for your biowave light. You gently pull it out and begin searching the wall for a nice, firm rugae to clip it to. After a few seconds, you find a good solid ridge on the wall, open up the clamps on the two wires on the back of the belly light, and clamp the wires to the stomach lining. After a moment of flickering, the biowave light begins pulling power from Sally's nervous system and powers up, filling the shallow end of the stomach with a dim yellowish light.

You blink for a bit as your eyes adjust, then begin looking around at your accomodations. It's not much to look at, of course - a pinkish fleshy tunnel with a pool of yellowish, chunky liquid on one end. You then hear a gurgling noise above you and watch as more chunks of liquified pizza rain down from the ceiling into the pool, thankful that you chose not to stay in the pool.