"To blend in. To Survive." He could understand that. How many years had he been 'Johnny Rayflo, age 40' living in an apartment with 'Charley Chrishunds, age 28?' The things creatures had to do to survive amongst humans...the names he'd had to take on, the number of times he'd erased any trace of himself from a place before moving on...it was hard to imagine a life where that wasn't a necessity to survive.

And yet, here...here he was normal. Average. Common. It reminded him of the time when he'd taken on the name 'pigeon' just to have some semblance of normalcy while he advertised himself as a vampire. Just to survive.