"Never heard of it," Gerald said.
"Very rare," Cecil commented shortly. "Particularly one that positive."
Across the room Toffee ran quickly to Marc's side.
"What have they done to you?" she cried. "What happened?"
Marc shook his head, forced awareness into his brain. He concentrated on Toffee's words.
"Happened?" he said. Then his mind cleared a bit. "I don't know. They doped me. With a needle. They found out about you."
Toffee whirled on the Blemishes with utmost loathing. "If I had a rat trap, I'd offer you some cheese," she said. She turned back to Marc. "I should have stayed away, I suppose, but I had to find out what they'd done to you."
"Did you reach the police?" Marc asked anxiously.
Toffee shook her head.
Marc sighed. "I feel awful."