Andy had her hands out on the wooden bench in the shed, watching Grace rummage around in the various drawers. The shed wasn't really a shed, more of a workplace obviously meant for research and experiments. There were small waist high shelves of books lining the walls and cupboards of things like screws, bolts, wire, and tools.
The bench was in the middle of the room, and Andy and Edward sat at one horizontal end. Andy with her hands stretched out on the table for Grace to see, and Edward with his carefully hidden under the table.
"Right, hopefully this should be the right size." Grace turned around, showing them a tiny screwdriver. She sat down opposite them and began taking screws out of Andy's scissorhands.
"Is this really going to work?" She asked apprehensively. "I mean, I do want my own hands back, but..."
"If I take them off and you have no hands that would be better than scissors." Grace said, then turned to Edward. "No offence."
"It's okay." He said back.
"I guess you're right. But these are kind of cool." Andy looked at the scissors, debating in her mind what would be better. Where am I even going to go? She thought. I could just go and live back in the castle with Edward - if that guy is gone. But... my parents would still be looking for me...
"Ugh! How did he even put these together?!" Grace said through gritted teeth. "I can't take the screws out."
"What?" She looked beside her at Edward who looked back with the same amount of confusion.
"What do you mean 'you can't get them out'? Is the screwdriver the wrong size?"
"No, it's right - they just won't budge." As she replied a muffled banging came from the direction of the house. It sounded like someone knocking on the door very loudly and impatiently.
"Oh no." Grace put her head in her hands. "You two stay here, we can't let the girls see you."

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