Tell the truth.

"I did it," you say.

Shannon narrows her eyes. "What?"

"I'm the one that inflated your breasts."

"I'm calling the police."

You panic. "No wait! It not like that. It's a book... a magic book."

"Ok, I'm calling the police, then a shrink."

"Wait, I can prove it. I just need to go to my room and I can show you!"

Shannon looks livid. "Why the hell would I let you go to your room?! You're going to make me even bigger?"

"No! That's not what I mean. I mean you'll understand if I get a book from my room."

"Give me your phone. I'm calling the cops. If you don't I'm kicking your ass, taking your phone, then calling the police. Your choice."

You pull out your phone and dial 911, but you don't press send. "Here. Look see? How about a compromise." You show her. "If I'm not back in a minute. Hit send. Is that proof enough?"

She looks you over, takes the phone and nods. "Fine. One minute."

You hurry out of the room, running as fast as your legs can carry you. You dash into your room, pick up the notebook and hear something that makes your stomach sink.

Shannon has your phone to her ear and you can hear it from across the room. "9-11 what is your emergency?"

You break through the door dive and bap the book on Shannon's tits. She looks at you with a blank stare.

"Hello?" The technician says through the speaker.

You pray it worked. It had to do something. The rules said so.

"Yeah... uhm... I'm not sure how to put this." Shannon shooed the book away, letting it skid across the floor. It didn't work. She was just not sure what to tell them.

You scoop up the book, grab a pen and think. What can you do to convince her?!