Exposed at this speed, the midnight city cackled with light and color, and, overpowering the motor oil and piss and rotting garbage, she could smell water.
"Shouldn't we be wearing helmets?" she yelled into his ear.
"God will protect us," he said. He wasn't yelling very loud, but she could hear every word distinctly, as if it were appearing on a billboard in his bald spot. "You and I are not of this time, this Age of Helmets. God is our shield and our sword."
Above the cacophony of light, Dahlia suddenly noticed the vast darkness. "It is true that I fear nothing," she said.
"Really? Then this ride must not be nearly as much fun for you." Johnny laughed boldly into the darkness.
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