Cam set a small fire in the exact spot he had days before. The night was cooler than the last time, but drier. Despite being more pleasant the place was still incredibly lonely. He passed the time waiting for her staring up at the enormous moon hanging overhead.<br/><br/>With the moon so much closer now it was never truly in shadow. Even during a new moon there was enough light reflecting off of the earth to illuminate its surface. Often the color of moon varied based on the ambient colors reflecting towards it. Tonight the moon glowed with a mix of sad oranges and angry reds.<br/><br/>The knowledge that the moon was getting closer each day was more than a little unsettling but still didn’t take away from its beauty.  Cam found it ironic that the most beautiful thing he knew was about to destroy everything that he knew. As he sat there, alone, he started to wonder if it really was ironic or not. Maybe instead it was more of a metaphor for how love wreaks havoc. Certainly his feelings for Mare was doing a number on him.<br/><br/>Hours went by and it became clear that she wasn’t coming. Cam sighed and looked east to look for traces of a false dawn. As he did he noticed a pair of headlights far off in the distance. Squinting in the darkness he imagined that it might be Mare’s truck after all. If it was, though, she was heading in the wrong direction. Maybe she was lost?<br/><br/>Gripped with a sudden sense of urgency Cam ran to his bike and fired it up. He raced ahead of where it looked like she was going to get himself in front of her. At least, he hoped it was her. The bike screamed across the hard desert surface as he raced on an intercept course.