Biff woke up again, hoping it had all been a dream. He struggled to get to his feet, but he couldn't move. He remembered the Doctor saying something about him needing to rest and regain stength...
He tried to speak, but it hurt too much. He barely could croak out a few syllables.
He lifted one of his arms...it was slender, and delicate...and, of course, dark skinned. He hoped he would be able to regain his strength. His arms looked so frail...
It was what he discovered next that would have made him scream, if his voice had returned.
