After driving all day, by nightfall or well after nightfall really, we were somewhere in the "sheep country" of SA, a bit over an hour short of Broken Hill. There was nothing 'comfy' like sand here.
Daddy and the Policeman were talking in grown-up language, Mummy was sitting very still and quiet and I was sobbing to myself in the backseat. I didn't know what was going to happen to us. I thought for sure Daddy was going to go to jail and we might never see him again. After a while, we drove very slowly, in front of the Police Car to the next town where we had to wait in the car while Daddy disappeared into the station.