Her hair hangs around her face like a veil. Al pulls her back down, back into his passion. He envelops her. What if I went with you, Al'' she murmurs gratefully. Calamity will not be coaxed.
Clouds cover and uncover the moon.
The night drifts on and the moon is winking. There are long red marks on Dave's arms. He has set his teeth together. In a transient patch of moonlight, Al glimpses a tombstone through the bare branches. He is up in a second.