After leaving the Warrens' Occult Museum, the group drove to Kodak Photo Studio to pick up their rush-developed photographs.
As he collected the photos, Henry felt that the photo studio employees were looking at him strangely. It was as if they had seen something filthy and wanted nothing more than to stay away from him. Other than the clerk dealing with him, everyone else kept their distance and whispered among themselves.
Even with Super Hearing, Henry only caught vague snippets like, "That's him?" and "It's definitely him." Pointless nonsense like that.
Too bad he wasn't Black but white. Otherwise, he could have cursed them out for racism. Since it wasn't about race, why was he being treated like this? The Kryptonian was puzzled.
Though he wanted to ask why, seeing that no one wanted to deal with him, Henry gave up. At least they had not insulted him outright or maliciously raised the price. He could endure this much eye-bullying.
Anyone who started with "What are you looking at?" and then wanted to murder an entire family was probably a lunatic. They needed electroshock therapy until their brains went numb.
They returned to the RV and prepared to head for that day's campsite.
Quicksilver took out the occult notebook and map again, marked the map with a pen, then placed it on the dashboard. "Is everyone seated? I'm driving now."
It had been Quicksilver's own suggestion that everyone take turns driving. Since someone was willing to do the work, Henry naturally had no reason to hog the wheel.
His only concern was that this guy did not have a driver's license. But—forget it. With his reaction speed, getting into an accident would be difficult unless he did it on purpose.
Since Quicksilver was driving, he naturally put on an album