After what was to her an age-long period of bliss, his arms relaxed and he seemed to make an effort to draw himself together.
"An' the clock ain't gone off yet," he whispered against her cheek.

"And it's a dark night, an' there's Fruitvale right ahead, an' if there ain't King and Prince standin' still in the middle of the road.

I never thought the time'd come when I wouldn't want to take the ribbons on a fine pair of horses.

But this is that time.

I just can't let go of you, and I've gotta some time to-night.