It's Friday evening and autumn in Fowler. October, to be precise. Helen has just quit her shift at Kroger's, the grocery store she works at. She's changed into her regular clothes in the locker room and is getting ready to go home as she enters the parking lot where her old but dear Buick sits waiting, a remnant and reminder of Tom. The air is cool and the sky is dark, though the parking lot is well lit enough, what with being in the central parts of Fowler and all.