And perhaps way back there still was power for her sake. She came to remember Rampersad who had ireiterated on the nation wide load shedding that had been scheduled for the hour and the next to follow, she slumped back on her seat and looked at the clock. It already was five past six by the moment she had pulled over. She looked back at the rear window 

as if she would see something glimmering from afar, and perhaps see the filling station or the man at some distance. This wasn’t possible as she would only be obstructed by the compact loads of luggage on the back seats. She scrambled her way through them. The luggage got out of sight for a moment and she came to see behind her baby… the filling station or anything of Loneville was no more. Obviously the filling station and the unfortunate young man too. There was absolutely nothing behind her to possibly point at. It looked as if she had never come to a filling station ever. As if Eastman and Loneville simply dissapeared into thin air. The route, bend and creek behind her was so much alike the one awaiting her in front. Not much of a difference was there. Nothing was to be seen in the subtle darkness.

Not even the slightest of trees or shrubs were visible by far, not to mention a human. It just became gloomy and gloomy with each and every passing crumb of time she took trying to grasp the situation. It also just became quite as stranger to Preesha, as to how on earth had it suddenly turned so dark and desolate, yes she knew it had been a long way back and she also knew she was awfully alone, somewhere amidst the screaming dark… in the middle of nowhere.

The most perplexing thing of all she later came to notice was the patent fact that she never came across anything at all with Sammich West on it ever. Absolutely nothing. Her comfort would later be the hope and assurance to herself that Sammich West probably was a couple of a mere kilometres ahead of her path.