Reply To: New Ongoing Story, please add your continuations.

Instead of calling Aliza, the cell phone transported them back to their own time. Annie was about to call her sister again when she realized that Biz’s hand was a bigger problem. There was only one thing to do now: get Biz a robotic hand. Fortunately, she knew a guy.

Biz and Annie went down some dark alley into a small, plain room. There, a tall man sat playing poker with some robots. “I can guess what you’re here after,” said the man, “and I would gladly give it to you. For a price.”
“What price?” asked Biz.
“Oh, I require only the basic necessities of life, which you possess in abundance. I’m sure you have lakes full of it back at home, so there won’t be any trouble, will there?” answered the man.
“What do you want?” asked Biz.
“I’m sorry, was I not making myself clear? Or do you not want to make a deal? If so, don’t keep it bottled up.” the man answered again.
Biz was genuinely confused. The man, seeing his confusion, kept going.
“I see that you don’t think I was being very transparent, but that’s no reason to fall silent, let’s keep this conversation flowing.”
Biz was about to speak when Annie interrupted. “Enough!” she exclaimed. “Biz, he wants distilled water.”

The man nodded and began to show them some advanced robotics when Annie looked at Biz’s hand and observed that it had grown back. She whispered into his ear, “How did that happen with your hand?”

They excused themselves. “Annie, do you remember what I told you about my childhood?” Biz asked.
“Yes,” Annie replied. “You were raised by a couple of mad scientists who were later arrested for illegal experimentation on humans.”
“Well, there’s something else I might have forgotten to mention,” Biz replied. “I may have a teensy weensy bit of starfish DNA.”