Five green lights and a nearly empty road had appeared before us.

He looked at the empty road ahead, then shook his head.

Of course he saw only the same rain and empty road I was seeing.

He looked back once, driving down the long, empty road.

Even though it was night on an empty road, his eyes were burning.

Ruth said nothing, and kept looking at the empty road in front of us.

For a long moment, though, he stared down at the empty road.

There was a car on the empty road, too far ahead to really see well.

Only the three and her on an empty road, in the middle of the Plain.

Back up the empty road they went, this time without the military organization.