Disappearing into the darkness, the road is flat and narrow and flanked by 
trees. She looks down the two-lane to her left, the direction from which she 
came. That way leads back toward Miami and the chummers she left for dead, a 
thought that squeezes a few more tears from her eyes. She wipes them with the 
back of her hand and looks again. The noisy chopper sounds like it’s right on
top of her and she still can’t see a thing.