Not until the exit did we fall behind and watch your bus pull away and head east, thinking that you didn't know where you would be tomorrow but that you would be there first thing anyway. As always you were nonplussed and it was good that we were waiting together in Rochester at 1 AM opposite the Goto stop at 733 Monroe. Drinking tea and sharing a bag of popcorn from Hess, an impromptu beginning that would return each of us home. It was such a surprise when your bus caught up and pulled ahead of us. We traveled together on 490, then route 90, at a fixed constant of 71 MPH until you to Binghamton, Scraton, maybe, then to New York. We turned to Canandaigua and south to home and work and the multiples of concern that we were only vaguely aware. The parking lot at Blessed Sacrament, at Rutgers, is where we started.