The was a poof and black smoke filled the both, coating the windows. "Jim," Sharon's voice came from the booth, "what happened?" Jim went over the the booth and opened it. There, on the floor, was Sharon, still in a dozen or so fragments.
"Sharon," Jim began, he picked up her head and spoke to it. "you're not going to believe this?. You remember how you made yourself a virtual goddess? Well, something went wrong and you turned into a marble statue. Then you kinda fell over and, well, shattered. I gathered your pieces and put them in the booth, the variables I enterd should have put you back together, but didn't, I have no idea why."
"What so you mean kinda tipped over?" she asked, giving him a look. "You pushed me didn't you?"
"I was trying to get you back into a booth Sharon." Jim retorted.
"Well thank you very much." Shraon said bitterly. "Now can we try to get me back together?"
"Sure thing." Jim replied.
Tue Jun 22 16:07:08 1999