"Yes. Getting it to stop." There was a difficult to read note in his voice at that, looking ahead at the freeway as he switched lanes. Sometimes getting it to stop looked so hopeless, an infection that just kept spreading. Bludhaven was in his sights now, a jumble of poor brick buildings, crowded allies, trash and waterfront warehouses. His voice was more tired now. "You going to tell me what this is about, kid?"