Bert had nearly killed them, and she was the one who was apologizing. He wondered what had happened in her life to make her blame herself so easily. Surely she should be furious with him. He cradle her in his arms as she cried on his chest. "Don't worry about it Rose. I was the one not watching the road. You were just singing along with the radio. Please stop crying now." He tipped her chin upward with his fingers and looked her in the eyes. "I swear to you, this was not your fault.

As it was, he was not sure how he was going to get his car back over the embankment. He would probably have to walk to a phone and call a tow truck. He wondered how far away her house was. It was a fine a beautiful night, with a nearly full moon. He could walk her home first, in plenty of time. The town was tiny, so it could not take all that long, even if she was on the other side of town.

Back at the dance, Bobby Lee woke up, on the ground. He slowly stood, as blood poured from his broken nose. "I am going to kill her, and that little runt too," he said to no one in particular. He returned to his black muscle car and jumped in. He was determined to run home, get his father's shotgun and then go hunting for his girlfriend and her new friend.