What was this? A mystic relic, running all by itself? To whence was it going. And to what purpose?

Jonathan reached out to touch the motorcycle with a tentative hand. It seemed to have a sort of... saddle? Perhaps this was the Unclean Ones' version of a horse, then?

"Er, whoa there," Jonathan said, trying to pat it awkwardly at the spot he thought its head might be if it were an actual horse.