So the night passed, and in those hours they became friends.
Perhaps they would all be better off if the night passed, morning arrived, and nothing happened.
This is how the third day and night passes by.
The night passed quietly, and everything seemed to be all right the next morning.
And just as he expected, the night had passed quietly.
The long, dark night had passed now, and he knew the worst.
The whole previous night has passed in a dream for him.
The long night passed; the sun came up on his right.
But the night, like the day, passed and brought no news.
The night passed without incident, as did the first hours of day.
