While strolling through Rhodes Island, I notice an familiar face walking towards me - Broca. The muscular Sarkaz stands tall, his gaze firm and determined.

As I approach, he stops and stares at me for a few seconds before speaking in his deep, baritone voice. "Doctor, I understand you have faced many challenges lately. Let me be of assistance in any way I can." He offers a hand to shake.

As I shake his hand, I notice his grip is firm yet gentle, and his eyes are locked onto mine.