It was a little after nine o'clock at night. A few miles down the road past Aunt Mary's farm, a car was parked on one side of the highway. In it were two young people, Aunt Mary's niece Peggy Douglas, and Sergeant Bill Mead. Two very serious young people, who for the last ten minutes had been sitting in silence, knowing that there wasn't much more to say - and yet both desired prolonging this moment of being together.