It was later than it had ever been and as early as it would ever get. With not much daylight left, they walked quickly when it was too treacherous to run; they ran when the footing was safe. They briefly stop at the tree with their initials and quickly took photographs of each other, both out of breath now. “Okay,” he gasped. “I only have two flashbulbs left…let’s go!” They hurried across the field to the old barbed-wire fence. Their last chance, not knowing, not thinking, not caring, that in a few years this seemingly endless land would be covered with houses, shopping centers and parking lots. For them, there was no tomorrow; the only thing that mattered now was their now.