She lay there, thinking. A dozen stereos. And there was still only one that she remembered. Only a single one. They had posed for others, during the honeymoon and shortly after, but those had been left at home on Mars before they started on their trip.
Fred's new voice said, "How are you feeling, dear?"
"Strange. I seem to have new limbs growing in."
"So do I. Guess we'll be our old selves pretty soon."
"Will we?"
She could imagine his forehead wrinkling at the intonation of her voice. "What do you mean, Margaret?"
"Hasn't the Doctor told you? They have the stereos they found on our ship. Now they can model our new faces after our old."
"That's what you wanted, isn't it?"
"But what do you want, Fred? I remember only a single one, and the Doctor says they found a dozen. And he says that my face differs from shot to shot."