As she rematerializes on the teleportation platform for the second time you realize immediatly that rather than improving your daughters situation has gotten worse. Far worse, as not only is her head missing, but her arms and legs as well, leaving her as nothing more than a helpless torso!
"Great Scott!" You exclaim, pulling at your hair in a combination of shock and frustration.
"D-dad? What's wrong? Why can't I move?!" Sam demanded, her voice sounding more than a little frightened, though how she still has a voice without a mouth you've no idea. That however is the least of your concerns at the moment.
"Uh Sam honey, I, I don't know any easy way to tell you this, but your limbs, there gone." You explained gently.
"G-gone! You mean....?!" Sam cries.
Nodding, though she probably can't see it, you confirm her fears. "I'm afraid so. Your nothing but a torso now."
"Nooo!!" Your daughter wailed. "How am I supposed to live like this?!"
"I promise I'll find a way to fix this. But I'll need time." You said in a feeble attempt to comfort Samantha.
"Wow dad, looks like you really screwed up this time! Wait until I tell Mom!"
Irritated, you look towards the sound of the new voice to find your son standing on the landing at the top of the staircase overlooking your lab, a big smirk on his face at the thought of getting you in trouble with your wife.
Pointing towards him, in your most commanding tone you answer "Son that's enough of that! There's absolutely no reason to tell your mother about this. I'll have this all figured out long before she gets back from her business trip. Besides, can't you see that your sister's upset? Here, take care of her. I can't look after her and fix the teleporter at the same time after all."
"$100 to buy my silence." Is your son's only reply, though he does decend the stairs to retrieve his sister, or rather, what's left of her.
Your daughters demands are far less modest however. "If he's getting a hundred to keep quiet I should get a new car out of this!"
Hissing with aggravation over the way your children are attempting to blackmail you when you have a real problem on your hands you snarled "We'll discuss it later! Now both of you get out of here! I have work to do and I don't need any distractions!"
"Your funeral. Come on Sam"Jeff says with a shrug, scooping up his sister and exiting the lab.
and
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