She needs to lie down. Across the field, she sees the Jeep still idling in its parking spot, headlights cutting a white swath toward her. She sees her portfolio, her precious stack of work, tucked neatly away in the top drawer of her desk back at their office in New Orleans. She sees how, in just a few minutes, Phillip will appear swaying over her, how he will say “There you are!” and press the car keys into her hand. How a decision will be made. How Nora will defer to the merit of his assessment.