You decide not to bother with attaching Anna's limbs to anything right now, just piling them together in an out of the way corner of the room before restarting time, anxious to see what sort of effects your actions will have on reality.
"Hey Anna, are you alright? You sort of passed out there for a second." you informed your childhood friend, who seems to be a bit confused as to how she'd would up on your bed.
"Yea, I guess I'm alright, just give me a minute...." Anna says, before trailing off as she struggles without success to sit up. "Oh bugger, it happened again didn't it?" she asked, seeming more annoyed than frightened by her sudden inability to move.
"Did what happen again?" you asked, unsure what she's talking about.
"You know perfectly well what, My SAS is acting up again." Anna replied.
"Not really, no. What's SAS?" you asked.
"Spontaneous amputation syndrome? I told you about this when I came back from my trip remember? How I picked up this strange disease while my family was vacationing in south america, and how every once in a while I'll have these attacks that make my limbs fall off?" Anna explained.
"Well, yea, but I didn't actually believe it!" you told her trying to sound as incredulous as possible, something that wasn't hard, as her explanation was pretty hard to swallow.
"I'll bet you believe me now though right? Now help me pull myself together will you?" Anna requests.
You're about to agree to it, when an evil thought strikes you. It really is a bad idea, one that could get you into a lot of trouble not only with Anna herself, but also your girlfriend Michelle as well, but still......
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