She rested her head on his arm, and took a whiff of his hair. The smells around her were so fresh, the clean scent of his hair, the smell of the grass... the air away from most of the pollution of the city. ‘It’s so beautiful,’ she whispered, looking up at the stars. ‘See that one there?’ Dan moved one of his arms to point at a constellation. ‘That’s the Big Bear.’ ‘I thought it was the Big Dipper,’ Molly frowned. ‘It’s that, too,’ Dan laughed. He pointed out a couple more. Molly shut her eyes. “I have some music I want you to hear.”“I’m almost done ... I don’t have much of an appetite.”Valerie opened the door to her suite and he followed her into her bedroom. “Speaker dock or ear buds?” she asked.“We can use ear buds. No sense aggravating Margeaux.”“I’m not even sure she’s home...” Valerie adjusted the gadgets in her ears and Carter started the playback. “Oooh ... It’s nice ... pretty ... sparkly.” She closed her eyes as the song played. “I liked it. What instrument made the sparkly. Palmer, a machinist at the Frito-Lay plant in the town, was most likely killed instantly when the 14-car-long Amtrak train, lead by three of the railroad’s newest and most advanced ‘Genesis’ engines, hit his truck.The truck was completely demolished and burst into flames, with practically nothing left of it. “When a train hits a car, it’s no contest,” said Thomas Downs, President of Amtrak. “It’s why we invest so heavily in informing people not to try to race a train.” There was nothing left. Stacy and I both worked harder than we should, we both were behind on a lot of bills, and we both couldn’t understand the other persons view point. All I knew was that there was a period in the past, where travel opportunities had been a get away for the both of us, and we could rest and relax together, now these kinds of trips were an escape for me, because I didn’t want to be at home, but was that a problem, nope, not so much. I got tired of arguing, and not coming to solutions, tired of.