"I'm a lot like my old man, too." Tommy said. "But I prefer workin' on my bike and helpin' people when and where I can."

He left out the part about being possessed by a demon that tended to come out at night. Like right now. The Rider was oddly silent tonight and that worried Tommy more than hearing it in his head.

"I don't know if I could take livin' forever. It sounds like a recipe for disaster."