I took my time driving back to the warehouse to drop off the van. It would be the loneliest ten blocks I'd ever walked once I did, because I'd met Nancy. It is one thing to be lonely and ache for someone to care for, someone to love in the abstract. It is quite another to know who that someone is and discover she is just out of reach. No love is as far away as one just beyond reach. I drove with an aching heart through the city as it sprung to life only hours before Christmas.