| 第 1 页：英语原文 |
| 第 2 页：中文翻译 |
It was around 7 p.m. and I was walking from my house to my girlfriend's house. The sun was still shining and the early evening air was still warm. As I passed the town's small and pokey police station on the opposite side of the road, I walked by a small, white, old-fashioned car parked up on my side of the road. I didn't take much notice of this; after all it wasn't exactly out of the ordinary. The engine was still running which I thought was strange, as there did not appear to be anybody in the car. Perhaps the driver had popped into the police station or something, or perhaps taking a leak in a bush, I thought. And thought no more of it. An hour later, walking back over the same route with my girlfriend to my house, the car was gone.
At my house we watched a few DVD. Although my girlfriend didn't want to stay the night, we stayed up late because neither of us was at work the next day. At about 1 a.m. she said that she was getting tired, and we set off walking towards her house in the chill night air. We were walking quickly because she just wanted to get home (and so did I, truth be told).
