Carruthers sniffed the night air. A musky odor assailed his nostrils, strange and unfamiliar. "It's beyond me, Nanette. Let's move away from this spot. Perhaps we can find shelter for the rest of the night."
But the Stygian blackness successfully hid any form of shelter. Tired from their search they sat down.
"We might build a fire," suggested Carruthers, "only there doesn't seem to be any wood around. Nothing but bare rock."
"Perhaps it's just as well," spoke the girl. "The flames might attract prowlers."
"Maybe you're right," agreed Carruthers.
silence fell between them. After a long time Nanette spoke.
"I don't suppose, Aaron, that anything I can do or say will help matters any. I know that our being where we are is my own fault. I'm sorry. Truly I am."
"The harm is done," said Carruthers. "Don't say anything more about it."