Tommy had never been a huge comic book fan, but as an artist in his own right he could appreciate talent. Okay, and admittedly he was kind of a whore for anything that came out of Dark Horse or the brain of Todd McFarlane period. And then there was Frank Miller...

Comic book geek in hiding. Just something else to add to his list of secret identities.

It didn't hurt that he had a work-related excuse to be there, too. He knew a guy that had made him aware of a company that did t-shirts that were looking to upgrade their image. Making the drive from Hollywood to San Diego was a little much, but the office would pay for it if he could get the company to agree to a sit down with Black Saber Studios.

So it was that Tommy found himself making the solo trek...and ending up poring over the offerings at pretty much every stall he passed. As he roamed, his mind was constantly working...not only on some sketches he wanted to do, but maybe on some form of pulp art illusion. Grand illusion, he could bring a comic book to life, or even close up he could screw around with a print graphic novel...

He was hard pressed to admit it to himself, but Tommy was having the time of his life.