Home is missed… Family is missed… The memories of home can be found comfortably indulged on these long drives, long drives to reminisce after a long awaited visit, one where years are the distance. It’s a vivid recollection of memories, and he snaps out of it like a lucid dream, a trance of highway hypnosis. His gaze fixates on the road once more. He eagerly sips his coffee, hoping his drowsiness would be overturned by his excitement. “Damn, I need to pee…” he says lowly but with an intensity to himself. He knows he needs to stop soon. 2:31 AM is read on the dash He blackens it out with a press of a button then switches his attention onto the rearview mirror, then back again to his sights ahead “That’s odd” he thought, as he doesn’t spot a single car. Nor was there was a glimmer of headlights or flashes of red As a matter of fact, he doesn’t spot a single light post or light illuminating from inside of a house or building. It a...