He drove all night, and when he arrived no one was home. These things happen. He already came this far, and would have to wait. When he rang the doorbell, earlier, before he sat himself on the bench with the nice welcome mat, and then decided it best for him to wait in the car, he had a sense that no one was home, and that no one would ever be home. It was dark inside of the house, all dark, as if looking into the mouth of an underwater cave. He wanted to wait in the car because that welcome mat pained him to look at.

When she came home he immediately recognized her by the haircut exactly the same, and the body exactly the same, that tall and thin, direct and postured frame. She noticed him in the car, and she ran inside of the house. There were two possible reactions she might take, and this one was the one he didn’t want. Although, it might just be the shock. She will emerge in any number of seconds, and she will have tears of happiness smearing down her cheeks, and they will hug each other, and then she will ask a moment to collect her things, and she will say good bye to her husband, and they will drive off together. To where? She would ask, and he would respond, anywhere you want to go.

He imagined his new life of reunited freedom, as the police approached.