"Everything depends on them, that's all," Toffee said impatiently. "Now, just...."
"But wait a min—!"
"Quiet," Toffee said. "Don't you realize that you're tottering on the brink of death at this very moment? Me, too, for that matter."
"Death?" Marc asked. "What are you talking about?"
Toffee looked at him aghast. "Don't you remember?" she asked. "Have you actually forgotten about being shot in the studio?"
Marc stared down at her in growing horror. A small, agonized memory screamed out of the dark inner shadows of his awareness.
"Oh, Lord!" he cried. "I'm dying!"
"And if those licensed butchers get to hacking you up, you're a goner," Toffee said anxiously. "I have the inside information. There isn't much time. I've got to concentrate like wild."
"But...!"