PANEL 1. Faiza Hussain and Pete Wisdom are watching a flaming trail cut across the sky.
What is that? A meteor?
Whatever it is, it looks like it's going to land in Surrey. We'd better move.
PANEL 2. In the bottom of a smoking crater lays the Silver Surfer. A crowd, including media, has gathered around the crater's edge. Pete and Faiza are at the front.
This can't be good.
PANEL 3. Faiza and Pete have moved to the Surfer's side. He has a gaping wound across his torso.
What could have possibly done this to... him.
It doesn't matter--I have to try and heal him.
PANEL 4. Faiza is leaning over the Surfer, her hands on his wound. A look of intense concentration is upon her face.
Can you even--
PANEL 5. Close up on the Surfer, sitting up.
Thank you, friends. I owe you a great debt. I--
I feel... different.
PANEL 6. The Surfer is looking to Faiza, confused.
I apologise. Being unfamiliar with your race's physiology, I had to alter it in order to heal you.
For all intents and purposes, you're now--
[Did anyone happen to catch the little sci-fi nod?]