Scott sat straight up, his heart pounding, the sheets drenched with sweat. He looked at the clock, "Damn. Midnight." He sat there for a minute, then jumped out of bed and put his jersey on.
He reached the bottom step, and before he could mount his bike, he turned and stared into the darkness behind him. "Victor, I can see you. Are you going to ride with me? Or just stand there in the shadow holding your bike?"