Which is true, I think, and is borne out by life. If you have seen the movie The Graduate, where a college boy played by Dustin Hoffman disrupts the wedding of the girl he is in love with (and who is also in love with him), and escapes with her from the sanctuary of the church where she has just exchanged vows with the man her father had persuaded her to marry (but who she does not love), you might remember how, once the two of them are free, and are out on the neighborhood streets, and have in fact hailed a bus and have boarded it, and are sitting among the passengers, fleeing to who-knows-where, the excitement and adrenaline that till then had been moving them begins to dissipate, their expressions change, and the camera pans in on their faces, which have become silent and unsure, so that the viewer is left doubtful and uncertain with regard to how they must be feeling about their future, and the consequences they’ve now set in motion, and must answer to.