Traveling had been extremely difficult. The roads were choked with stranded cars, many of them piled up on each other, having crashed after the shock. Frequently Mr. Robinson had to drive into fields to get around barriers of smashed steel and glass. Twice he left the Packard to exmaine undamaged cars; both times he came back with the same dreaded report: the occupants were dead--peaceful, free from injury, and undistrubed, but quite dead. All lights everywhere, those of the houses seen in the distance and those of the cars, were out.

1947