Adam had seen the fire and was using it as a beacon to help guide him back.  Not that he could miss the bridge or the trail he'd made. "Not far now.  I don't want to gun it.  I can't see the ground through the tall grass."  He was trying to stick to the path he'd driven out there.  It was visible in his headlights as a section of flattened grass.  No doubt all this driving over a field wasn't good for his taxi, but he doubted they'd be able to keep his taxi working long.  Sooner or later they'd run out of gas if nothing else.<br/><br/>Adam considered Bethany's words.  She hadn't been in a recent relationship.  Was there something more to that story?  Of course there was.  He barely knew any of them.  They undoubtably all had stories to tell.  As did he, but not now.  Too much else to think about.  Getting back to camp would be a good start.  Besides he may be blowing the only man thing out of proportion.  For all they knew there were lots of people out there.  Indians if nothing else.<br/><br/>"I wish I knew when we were.  I've seen grass, trees, birds and rabbits so no dinosaurs at least.  I imagine there are at least indians out there.  Maybe even the thirteen original colonies back East."<br/><br/>Steadily the taxi approached the camp, headlights glowing in the darkness as Adam pulled past base of the bridge and around to the stream.