There's so many things you'll never know about the man standing there with his thumb in the air as you go driving past. You'll never know that the flicker from his outstretched hand is the wedding ring he's been wearing again for the last five days, since the phone call he made from a rural service station somewhere south of the border, a call that crossed two states and countless memories to reach a woman in Brisbane who'd once worn the ring's other. You'll never know that what he's asking you for is not a lift, but a second chance.