This was going to take some getting used to. Frank knew that already, but he was pretty adaptable. Worried, sure, that all of the people he'd killed in the past weren't going to stay dead- because that was a lot of people to worry about - but he'd cross that bridge when he came to it. He did need to go and check on his van, on the other places he'd hidden stuff, just to be prepared. He didn't have a gun on him-
"We should stop talking about past me like that, it kinda makes me feel like I'm dead or crazy," Frank said as they walked slowly through the park. "You still got your gun? Or a gun?" he added, knowing he'd feel a hell of a lot better if they had at least one weapon between them. "And, uh- the guy with the horns? He around?"