[Tom] was less than halfway across the causeway when the mist thickened. - Border Crossing

A rasp and flare as [Danny] struck the match. A doubled reflection of the flame appeared in his eyes, whose pupils had not contracted, as one would have expected, but grown large, as if starved for light.

I don't know why I killed her, I didn't know then and I don't know now. And I don't know how to live with it.

It was extraordinarily distracting: this feeling of a pivotal moment in his own life being played out in front of an uninvited audience.