I got in the truck and drove. Away from the coastline and beaches. Out of the city. Away from the familiar. The streetlights ended and all I had was light from the headlights of the truck. The roads wound around the hilly terrain. Over the freeway. Across the marginal. No vehicles at the gas station and the lights were a dim glow. “Keep going,” she said. I drove for awhile then asked, “Where am I going?” She said, “you will know the turn when you see it.” I kept driving until I recognized something.