She opened her eyes.  The headlights shimmered across nests of boulders and trunks of stone on either side.  No grass, only slates splitting under the weight of the car, each time with a noise like a handclap.  Eyes closing, opening.  The clock moved on in leaps, not ticks.  Either side of the road were trees bent so close to the earth they were barely the height of the car, growing almost parallel to the shingly ground.  A wind whistled higher than the engine noise.'Awake again,' said...