Aleta was awoken by the crunch of car tires on gravel-specked asphalt. She turned inelegantly on the bench and swang her feet toward the floor and her head upward. The air was cool and through her blurry, sleep stained and unspectacled eyes she could see a soft cherry glow crawling in from the East. She guessed it was around 5:30am. She scrambled round for her glasses, found them, and put them on just in time to see the shadow of the man, who had stuck his head out of the window of his truck to inspect her, folding itself back into the cabin, as he drove off again.