All that remained of the Corvette were 4 patches of crushed grass, where the tires touched the ground and a little bit of smoke.
John’s presence here is now nothing more than a memory.
Or is it more than a mere memory?
What if it is a way of life?
It will bring you love and it will bring you life.
It will guide you across the universes.
All the universes.
Blessed is Titor’s Corvette.
Blessed is the C204.