Randy’s life is essentially complete at the moment. He has come to understand during all of this that the light shining in through the windows is in fact the light of dawn, and he tries to fight back the thought that it’s a good day to die because it’s clear to him that although he might go on from this point to make a lot of money, become famous, or whatever, nothing’s ever going to top this. Amy knows it too, and she makes the kiss last for a very long time before finally breaking away with a little gasp for air, and bowing her head so that her brow is supported on Randy’s breastbone, the curve of her head following that of his throat, like the coastlines of South America and Africa. Randy almost can’t take the pressure of her on his groin. He braces his feet against the floorboards of the sport-utility vehicle and squirms.