Where had he turned off the highway? The road still was familiar, and he had the uneasy feeling that he could identify it, if only it were day. He proceeded cautiously, scanning the black landscape for a sign or a familiar building that would identify the route. At the beginning of every turn he would hope that the moon would disappear behind the high trees of the surrounding forest, but it maintained its position, always directly ahead on the highway, leading him forward.
So good. I'll probably finish this tonight, just before midnight if the kindle reading speed prediction is anything to go by. Not sure whether that is a good idea, but I have a feeling I won't be able to sleep either way.