Kyle took a sip of his coffee. When he woke up in the morning, sober and hung over, would this make more sense or less?
But he knew he was really in 2005. He wasn't that drunk.
"Powers?" he asked. "Like... supernatural powers?"
Well, if he was going to believe a war between good and evil, he might as well believe that too. But Kyle didn't have any either. He could handle a handgun pretty well, but he wasn't about to tell Vincent that.