Vinny and Tommy blazed their way down the expressway, darting in between other vehicles. Vehicles that were already going way faster than anything Tommy had ever seen driving on the highway. It was like the autobahn to the third power, yet he felt no fear. It was as if nothing could stop them, every turn, orchestrated perfectly by the slightest movement of Vinny's powerful hands. Roadsigns streaked by so quickly that Blue couldn't believe he was able to read them. They seemed to be in English and everything was similar enough to his own reality to present a plethora of burger joints and pizza parlors punctuated by what Blue reasoned had to be churches.
The churches were massive buildings. Every one of them had a large eye framed in two squares rotated at a 45% angle to one another. Each citadel had the eye logo with a different phrase such as Farb Sees, Farb Lives, Farb Reigns, Farb Hears or Farb Knows, flashing into Blue's subconscious between doses of neon pepperoni and LED double cheeseburgers. By the time the journey came to an end, Blue had only one question on his mind. Who in God's name is Farb? He was so delirious from the ride, the jumpjuice or both that he forgot himself, blew his cover and blurted out, "Who is Farb anyway?" as he stumbled to the ground in his disoriented state. He quickly regained his senses as the ominous form of Vinny loomed over him and in a single effort lifted him handily from the ground as if he were tissue paper. Vinny's giant frame masked a gentleness that Blue instantly detected as Vinny lowered Tommy gracefully to a position where he could regain his footing saying,"Little bro, you must've really been shaken up by that trashy little Max. You've never cared about Farb, the Council or anything spiritual, period. Next thing I know, you're going to tell me you saw the light or something. I'm not leaving your side tonight. Now, let's get you inside where you can rest.
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