On the drive into town, Keith kept glancing in the rear-view mirror to make sure the pickup truck was still behind them – one of its headlights a bit dimmer than the other one. Either that, or he was checking to see if it truly existed at all, and he hadn’t imagined the entire thing.

God bless Lizzy Chatham, who remained utterly silent as she drove.

For Keith, the world – and the clarity of this developing situation – were now in tandem spinning ...