He passed the rest of the afternoon planning his strategy and waiting for darkness to fall.

That first sense of decision to wait for darkness had gone deeply into him, though.

They were both too open, not for darkness and secrecy.

It could not be the only reason for darkness, though.

For darkness to mean anything there must be the memory of light.

Even the sunlight could bring nothing back; it was a place for darkness.

Now he had no alternative but to wait for darkness.

Waiting for darkness, he went to see what thoughts her father might have in the matter.

Once the fog was gone, she would have to wait for darkness, with the loss of many hours.

Now she would have to wait for darkness, and then try to sneak past them.