Wilhelm has been here long enough that the appearance of demons in Chris's story hardly registers as shocking anymore. There's only a mild lifting of his eyebrows as he shifts into drive and pulls off the shoulder of the road.

"My brother has the same one." Had. Even more than two years later, he has a hard time talking about Erik in the past tense. And he had crashed it too. He had died where Wilhelm is sitting right now. "I guess...I wanted to try it out too."

They're cruising at a good clip now, though falling short of irresponsibly fast. The road stretches out about two car lengths in front of them, keeping pace.

"So...demons? Is that just a normal day for you, or...?"