It

The silence was colder then the air itself.

As Diane looked around, she realized that he should have come hours ago. "Five more minutes," she said quietly, "I'll wait just five more minutes."

One minute passed.

Two.

Three.

And there he was, as tall and handsome as she remembered.

At first Diane was tempted, but no, she must concentrate on her mission. She stepped out of the shadows to meet him, to make sure he had it. Yes, yes he had it.
Her breath coming out in small puffs of smoke, she took it from him, silently mouthing her thanks. She took it and left, hurrying to the long-overgrown meadow behind her house. When she got there, she turned it on. They would come, she knew they would come.

They came.

And went.

And Diane was gone.