"If you did," Marc said bitterly, "you wouldn't have the decency to be ashamed of it. Put the coat on and stop wasting time."
Toffee shrugged bewilderedly and took the coat from his outstretched hand. "Oh, well," she said, slipping it on, "if you're going to make a scene about anything so silly. Where are we going?"
"T wish I knew," Marc said wearily. "Anywhere away from here. Obviously, you can't hang around here where Julie will run into you."
"No," Toffee said mildly. "I suppose not. Though it would be fun to see her reaction. Might do her a world of good." She waved a hand at the wreckage clustered on the ceiling. "What about that? What are you going to do about your experiment?"
Marc shrugged. "I have to think about that later, when I've got you out of my hair."
Together, they proceeded to the hole in the wall. Marc lifted Toffee out, then boosted himself after. Toffee reached down to give him a hand.
"Don't look so glum," she said. "Nothing really awful has happened. Not yet."
"Be quiet," Marc said.
He led her to the garage at the back of the house, cautiously lifted the door and indicated a large green convertible. "Get in," he instructed.
"I am your slave," Toffee said with mock subservience. "Take me where you will." She got into the car.