Jennifer waited, waited, and waited some more. And the more time that passed, the more worried she became. She looked out the window towards the gas station, but still saw no sign of her husband.
Where was he? How long did it take to check if there was gas? It certainly shouldn't take ten minutes, should it? She waited some more, giving Daniel a little more time, but when he still didn't come back, she made the decision to search for him. Maybe he was in trouble.
She got out of the car and headed across the street to the gas station.
