Tim Norlan insisted on driving. Catlin sat in the passenger seat. She stared nervously ahead. Tim Norlan didn't speak for a moment, but he ignored her, and when he got bored, they went silent.

After a while, she felt that there was something wrong with this direction.

“Tim Norlan, where are we going?” The wind was getting stronger and stronger. She opened half of the car window and poured more wind into the car. Her hair was flying, blocking her vision a little.

Tim Norlan didn't answer her. Instead, he looked straight ahead, as the car pulled up onto the bridge and the lights lit up everywhere. “Catlin, Do You...