His expression is soft, curious.

His expression is soft, curious.

Still vibrating a little from the adrenaline and the death whistle, Ramses, too, slowly comes back into himself.

A fundamentally flawed, but potent machine.

Somewhere, in whatever cosmic accounts are settled, there has been a mixup. Until such a time as it is cleared up, you appear to be off the hook.

He thought he'd be dead. He isn't sure how to conduct himself alive.

Another time, another place. A different life overlapping for a moment.

Vehicle riding full speed ahead to the Great Nothing.