midnight
She stands there , where they stood together , arm in arm -- when was it ? How many hours ago ? It can not be long since then . And yet -- perhaps she lay unconscious long , and it is midnight now , or near morning , and they have missed her at home . Oh , no -- it is not possible . She knows that she was not unconscious , she remembers everything clearly . She runs across the bridge , shivering at the sound of her own steps .