It was beginning to get more than chilly, almost cold, and I had been sitting on my suitcase for what seemed like hours. Looking over at my friend Carol I see she too is sitting on her suitcase but with no look of concern on her face. She isn’t feeling cold or worried. We are on the shoulder of a road that has been completely deserted since those Virginia girls had dropped us and now it’s just past sunset and foggy. I have gone from worried to full on scared.
