"Uh-huh."
"Aren't you scared?"
Toffee shrugged. "Why should I be? I'm a product of Marc's mind. I can't possibly be destroyed unless he is. And he's perfectly safe."
"He is?" George said, his voice heavy with disappointment. "Why don't these people want to kill him?"
"They think they are killing him," Toffee said. "They think you're Marc. In fact they believe you're already dead."
"What!" George cried. "You mean I'm acting as a decoy to save Marc's life?"
Toffee nodded smugly. "Some onions, eh, George?"
"Stop the car!" George shouted. "Let me out!"
"No brakes," Toffee said. She nodded toward the limousine. "Besides, they won't let me. You'd better get down in the seat or they'll think it's funny."