It had come on dark and heavy.
Hot and breathless like the one before, he had taken no notice of the change save for the increased darkness.

Now he felt a sudden damp touch on his face, as if a wet finger had been laid there.

The faintest of winds had blown for a moment or two, and when Dick looked up, he saw that the sky was covered with black clouds.

The saddest of woods had moved far away, but by some sort of optical illusion he could yet see it.
Save for the distant flash of random firing, the darkness was intense.
Every star was gone, and Dick moved without any guide.

But he needed none.