It was still light out and she figured she had enough time to make it back before dark if she stuck to her usual route. Sipping at a lemonade pouch she had packed, Maritza began her journey home. It started out like normal: three blocks past the florist, right turn at the only pharmacy in town, avoid all__. But Maritza had miscalculated, she supposed, how much time she had before sunset. It seemed to her like she had only been walking a few short minutes, but the new darkness that settled over the sky told her it had been far longer than that. In response, she sped up her