The motorcycle engine was revving ominously outside on the driveway when he heard her striding down the hallway, boots clicking on the hardwood floor. She walked into the room and announced in a tone of savage bitterness,"That's it - I'm out of here!" He turned toward her voice and wiping the sweat from his forehead asked brokenly, "Is there nothing I can say; nothing left I can do?" She spat back at him with barely controlled rage, "No - you..you just don't see anything!" and slammed out the door. In a state of shock, he stood shakily, leaning on his white cane, listening to the motorcycle roaring to the horizon.