Night has begun to fall by the time Trisha wakes from her afternoon sleep. She vaguely recalls waking up late in the game, but her memory of the announcers' voices has them talking about the Seattle Monsters and the killer who was coming up to bat. The color man, Jerry "Troop" Trupiano, had asked the announcer where was God when you need him? Trisha realizes it must have been a dream, tinged with the sound of the game playing in her ears. She is horrified to find that she fell asleep with the Walkman on, and morosely checks it to verify that the batteries have indeed gone dead. It was like losing her only friend. She shoulders her nearly empty backpack, amazed at how heavy it feels.
Despite her worries that the road might.....
