But it was too early to know: there were always more pages to go, more words to be written, before the story was over.

From up above, in a plane passing over, you’d just see one little light in all this dark, with no idea of the lives that were being lived within it, and in the house beside, and beside that one. So much happening in the world, night and day, hour by hour. It was no wonder we were meant to sleep, if only to check out of it for a little while.

Everything, in the end, comes down to timing. One second, one minute, one hour could make all the difference.

There's something nice about the silence of a car ride in the dark, going home. When you were tired of the radio and conversation, and it was okay to just be alone with your thoughts and the road ahead. If you're that comfortable with someone, you don't have to talk.

I understood now. This voice, the one that had been trying to get my attention all this time, calling out to me, begging me to hear it - it wasn't Will's. It was mine.

Hey, and for what it's worth? Friends don't leave you alone in the woods. Friends are the ones who come and take you out.

When you don't know where you're going, maybe it wasn't such a bad thing to have more than you need.