The demon took one hand of the steering handle to press it against his jacket around the breast region, just where he had put his phone and the other items. Had the damn battery decided to develop an issue and was in the processes of bulging, then exploding ? Yet as the contents of his inner pockets were pressed against his chest, Balthazar realized that the feeling of heat was not rectangular, but round. That sphere...

Only when the police cruisers rushed by, he felt the urge to pay attention to the rear view mirror and saw the remainders of the fireflies dissipate behind him... into rainwater ? That wasn't normal! The idea of tossing the orb into the ditch crossed his mind once more, but again he hesitated as it appeared to stabilize again. That thing had a knack for making itself more remarkable by the minute after all, hadn't it ?

Then the tire squal reached his ears. He would not even try to make a run for it on a somewhat clapped out bike that had to carry that much weight. Balthazar let go of the throttle and turned on the indiciator that he was going to stop on the roadside. He knew he had learned something from his last encounter with the cops and mentally prepared for retrieving all the stupid standard papers an officer could possibly expect from a driver during a routine check.

"Hello officer. Is there a problem ? Can I see your badge, please ?"

Stay cool, Balthazar thought. He was not responsible for the attack, the cop he had met before had not complained about any wrongdoing either. Maybe these state troopers would just do a routine inspection on anybody who was looking as if trying to get out quickly and did stick out of the crowd ? Also cars had tires, tires were made of rubber and rubber didn't like very high temperatures. 

[hider=Summary]Balthazar notices the fireflies and grows a tad more concerned about the orb. He decides not to run away from the troopers, but to try playing the innocent.[/hider]