#3 You drive on into the shadowed night, palely lit by moon and stars, deciding just to keep driving, certain that eventually you will find someplace more comfortable, and hoping that you get there before your gas runs out.  As the window's light fades to nothingness behind you and the near-total dark returns, your memories and thoughts return to haunt you, scenes playing before a still-incredulous mind, and you once more lose sight of the here-and-now, keeping just enough awareness to prevent yourself from ramming into one of the aged-appearing trees surrounding you.  You see your friend fall and hang, fall and hang, till you want to scream with the torment of it.  The wind around you only feeds your nerves, and unconsciously, your foot presses harder on the accelerator, until you are speeding at a rate which would normally terrify you, but which you now hardly notice. So caught up are you in this reverie that you nearly don't see the dark human form which stumbles out of the trees and nearly collapses right in front of your car.  You slam on the breaks, breath catching and heart pounding with adrenaline, and the car stops just short of the crouching shape.  You can, just barely, see that it is a woman on her hands and knees, hair and clothing in disarray, looking like she is exhausted, breathing hard with head bowed so that her hair is brushing the ground.  You sit a moment frozen by pure shock, and then another to see if anyone else is coming.  No one does, and the woman does not move -- she acts as though the car is not even there.  She stays in the street, now recovered enough to kneel on just her knees, and continues to breathe heavily, one hand resting on her chest.  Obviously, she is not going to be getting out of the road anytime soon.