It was a cold dark night and Carol was lost. Tom checked the time. It was an hour later since Carol had gone.
He cried and his eyes were swollen, his cheeks were flustered and red, and his shirt was wet. He got up and went down into the kitchen and drank a glass of water.
The telephone rang. He ran to it and answered. The dial tone mocked her. He wondered if it was Carol's workplace. They had phoned earlier asking if he had come home yet. She had told them no' at the time. They told her how a lady at work got injured and he went to drop her home, but he should have been back a long time ago. She was as surprised as the person on the other end of the line. She had hung up and called Thomas, only to receive a dial tone. She called him about three times after that. Carol had then turned as mad as a mother hen.
The time was 7:30 on a Monday morning.The sunlight filtered through the window.