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[The screen's partly obscured by a smear of blood, but Anna can still be made out kneeling on the floor of her living room, looking pale and slightly woozy; she's fumbling with a roll of bandage that's already splotched with red. Both her wrists are deeply slashed and bleeding profusely. Butterscotch is there, whimpering and trying to nose in and 'help,' which is of course no help at all.] Uh. I--I might need a hand, here, if somebody could...