Other than the sounds of the fires dying down through the shattered window, the motel room was silent as Old Richard began to pull himself together. Anger stirred in the darkness as the broken creature on the floor used another of his devoured lives to bring himself back from the abyss. The nearly dried blood that pooled beneath his torn and broken face began to flood back from where it had been spilt. Old Richard’s milky white eyes filled with color once again and his skin stitched itself together.