The darkness lurking in the filth-ridden corners of New York's streets at night was something the Kryptonian knew nothing about. It was not that he lacked the ability to investigate; he simply did not care, having learned his lesson from Skye.
Some things, once seen, could sour his mood even if they had nothing to do with him. Better to close his eyes. He had never possessed the resolve to shoulder all the injustices in the world before crossing over, and it was not going to suddenly appear afterward.
For Henry, the most important thing now was getting a car. Otherwise, getting around was rather inconvenient. In particular, taking the old lady to Central Park to walk Tiger had basically been put on hold.
Even though he had a good relationship with the NYPD, that was hardly a reason for Henry to let the old lady lead Tiger all the way from East 49th Street in Turtle Bay to Central Park, then walk back the same way.
Leaving aside the distance, letting Kitty, this enormous Tabby Cat, walk down the street—even on a chain—was not something every New York City resident could accept. It was one thing in an environment like the park, but on ordinary streets, it was hard to describe.
With his current wealth, Henry naturally had no need to consider used cars. Although they were cheap, and he could probably spot a bargain with his own eye, he still went to pick up a new car for the sake of convenience.
The vehicle Henry chose was a Chrysler Pacifica, an MPV that had been unveiled last year and officially released this year.
It had five doors, seven seats, and three rows. Its Stow 'n Go design allowed the rear two rows to fold away, giving it more