Kevin enjoyed driving at night, especially in a city.  It felt like coming home.  It wasn't home, of course.  Home was... well, really he had no idea how to put the direction in human terms.  The usual up/down, north/south, east/west didn't really help in a twenty-six spatial dimensional multiverse.  Several universes thataway, where "thataway" described a direction that would make your brain hurt if you tried to visualize it.<br/><br/>But dimensional travelling wasn't really on his mind tonight.  Tonight his shift at King Klown Pizza was almost over.  Then he could deliver this underpowered, cheap-shit Honda delivery car back to the store and drive his "rented" Harley back to his apartment, taking in the sights and smells of the city as he did.