Chapter 15
Tom Boyd sat, brooding; Kzar’s strange, almost random visit had left him feeling perplexed, angry and somehow deflated. He seemed to have learnt a lot, but in reality knew little more than he did before.
Sammy was hovering, looking anxious. “Tom” his voice was urgent. “Tom, you need to get that powerpack.”
Tom did not immediately respond.
“Tom!” Sammy’s face materialised in front of his eyes. “Tom! We have to do this!”
Tom stood. His face was red and he was furiously rubbing the scar on his arm. “Why did you go all funny when I asked about it?”
“About what?”
“This!” Tom stood, holding his arm out, finger jabbing. “This scar! You went all funny. So did he.”
As was his habit, Sammy went in for a series of quick-fire transformations. “I dunno! D’you think I’m a doctor?” (wh
