Somehow Bo has picked up a version of it from the Porsche, vicariously feeding on Carl’s power—but he’s not supposed to. It was never meant for him. Could the Porsche be the source of the magic? Oh, God. And because Carl has made the terrible mistake of selling the Porsche, what Bo has gotten is like the car itself now: a beautiful precision instrument damaged, tainted, by the hand of an unworthy owner.
