"Give it a decade or two and a few bites of bloody steak will sit just fine."

[That must sound awful to someone so young...a few decades? What was time anymore? It didn't seem so long to him now.]

"Though to be fair...if you stab anything through the heart it will die. That's pretty accurate."

[Jack smiled at his own attempt at humor.]

"Hey. Tommy? You are going to be alright, understand? I am going to make sure you are...and...I know that probably doesn't mean anything to you...but...maybe someday it will."

[Hell, if he could make it any easier than it was for him at first...he'd have made a difference. Jack looked up.]

"Our stop is coming up."