The Road Virus heads inward

What was is no more. Tired from the journey, he sat by the side of the road and reflected on his travels. Much he had seen. Many he had encountered he would never see again. Except in his thoughts. Mingling with demons and ghosts in the haunted house of his mind. While sitting and thinking, the sky opened above him and began to pour rain. He chuckled to himself as he thought of the opening to the generic ghost story... "it was a dark and stormy night." His journey was not over, perhaps not even by half. Like Shang Tzung he absorbed the spirits of vanquished foes and they made him stronger. Well, maybe not vanquished, but left behind. And yet he still trudged ahead. Towards the spectre of his future.