In retrospect, Derrick should probably have seen that coming. One of the few things apparent with the Jailor was that it wasn't human, and probably wasn't even alive at all, so expecting human error from it was probably a mistake. Its aim was true, and the shackle had somehow cut through... whatever it was attaching Derrick to his body.

A momentary bout of pain led to a feeling of weightlessness. That wasn't quite right... He was starting to float upwards. Reflexively he grabbed the end of the severed cord attached to his body, hoping that it occupied the same plane as he did, before he heard a familiar voice. He whirled around and saw Mistletoe come towards him, or rather, his body.
"I'm a little bit preoccupied here!" Derrick yelled back. "Could you help me out please!?"
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