He sure felt like he aged. He felt older every single day. It would be an experiment in itself. Obviously the Other Guy wouldn't let him die in most traditional ways. How would old age affect them both?
The way she was looking at him actually made him catch his breath. And then she was doing that thing. That beautifully optimistic thing where she had so much more faith in him then he had in himself. And he really shouldn't have been surprised she had been following along with the news. "An enhanced woman. Young girl, late teens, early twenties. I don't know, but she's powerful. Very powerful. She made us all see things." He couldn't shake it. The Other Guy had blocked the worst of it for him, but that had, in the end, been the problem. "That's the last thing I remember. Before coming here."