the hours flew by with barely a thought of Michael, of where he was and what he was doing, what had happened last night and what had gone wrong between them, whether he was thinking of her and whether he might text or call, how angry she was with him and how sad and stupid she felt and whether she might ever see him again and what the weather was like in Yorkshire and the landscape and how his feet felt and how far there was to go. Blissfully, she was free of all those thoughts.
