"Forever young, I guess," Terry said, almost chuckling at the idea. When he'd been younger, he would have killed to be older. And now, at 29, he was pretty happy. Well not happy. Alright with being 29, he supposed. To be happy he would need to do things like make active and permanent changes in his life. Maybe this world was a way to do that, to leave his vices behind. Maybe he wasn't ready for leave them behind. He took his shot then, throwing it back with the ease of someone who did it too often.