[ WP ] Shortly after their beheading , an individual discovers they 're immortal . Unfortunately , the head and body have been seperated .

I do not expect anyone to stick their neck out for me, no, not after what I have done, but I am of mind to stick out my own neck for others. If only I had more than half a neck to stick out! 
 
 I have observed the human head is quite important for balance. You may imagine the terrible cries I had first heard when a good friend of mine first found my body struggling upon the ground. Without a good head on one's shoulders, it is literally quite impossible to figure out which way is forward ( in a literal sense ) and an entirely different conundrum to figure which way is up. 
 
 It is much harder to figure where exactly one's body has gotten to when the said person is a known sleepwalker, and the head is sitting on a pike outside of your ex-husband's castle. ( To reduce confusion, this was many years before my friend found my body somewhere in the deep floating Orient ). 
 
 Luckily, it is not nearly as hard to convince a random-passerby-soon-to-be-good-friend to remove your head off of the extremely tall pike at his own risk. While I may have been a ghastly sight, and in an equally ghastly mood due in part to the mortifying sensations I had felt from my missing body, and also in a black mood due in part to the fair skin that lay upon my face be utterly burnt in the unending sunlight of the north, I somehow convinced the peasant to stop his terrible excuse for breakdancing and instead pull my head off the pike and help me get washed up. 
 
 I have quite a head for persuasive speech, even if such a head lead to said head being separated from their shoulders. I have let that be a lesson to myself to only let individuals in a position of power only hear what they expect to hear. And at the moment my head was pulled off that pike, the young breakdancing peasant found himself in a ( relative ) position of power. 
 
 The young man had always wanted to go upon a soul-searching journey across the four great continents of the world, but he had quite lacked the courage to do it alone. With me by his side - and I again speak very much literally, as he strung me up like some Carribean trinket to hang from his side - he finally had the companion he had been so desparately hoping for. The two of us very nearly jumped head first into the ocean, too eager to begin our voyage. And voyage across the world we did, all the while I would hang by his side, always vigilant to some clue to where my body had sleepwalked itself to. 
 
 When you're forced to use your head, and only your head, you devise new methods to everyday things. If allowed to boast, I would say I am very skilled in the use of both tongue and fang, fang of course being a metaphor for teeth. Many times during our travels, I found myself literally sticking my neck out in order to get a firm bite on many a would-be lawbreaker. I'm quite useful, even without a body. 
 
 While I may have at first been in a situation much roo far over my head to fathom, we did stumble upon my body, tracking it to deep within the fourth continent, the Orient. My dear little breakdancing subject screamed. I was personally ecstatic, both due to his subsequent face full of mud and due to the final locating of my body. I shall concede, my body was not in good shape, missing some parts that many others would take for granted. However, as my friend managed to secure my head upon my shoulders, and finally took my own ( albeit unsteady ) steps for the first time in years, I was beyond thrilled. Getting ahead of myself, I announced that I could very much live with the cleaved wrists and the emptied chest cavity. 
 
 Yet, content as I was, I am not one to leave a quest incomplete. Somehow I convinced my subject to take heart and prepare for another journey, and gave him notice that I may need him to lend me a hand. He gave in, but my request was met with much groaning.
