The night is inky black and she is in a new place, where she can only believe that the road rolls across the vast lonely openness of the valley to her destination. All that is visible to her is the ghostly white line of the highway leading into darkness. She feels as though the road is only just unfolding as she approaches it, that there is no road at all just beyond the reach of the headlights. Mist and fog linger along the road and reveal her future death at sharp bends. She ponders all the things left undone in her life at each winding turn and there is a momentary sense of urgency to reach her destination. But then she discovers that the road does not allow her to rush this part of her journey. She can only go as fast as the dark permits.