The sun is setting in San Francisco. From Seacliff, you can look out onto the pacific which glows with a rubescent light. It is that time of day - so strangely beautiful and so strangely sad - the setting sun proclaiming the day is over, and that the night must follow. Inexorable time. It is with some such thoughts that Paul Barbour brings his car to a stop in the driveway of the family home, and sees Nicolette over the hedge at Jack's house.