The car park.
Marge finished her shopping, she wheeled the basket to the checkout and watched as she passed her bought goods to the assistant who readily scanned them through until the final bill was totalled. As normal, the bill was settled with cash, she had little need for plastic which everyone else seemed to be using. The basket, again full, but this time the goods with bags, was pushed towards the main door and out into the car park. This time of year, she had entered the market in daylight and a little while later she was retuning to the outside world with a darker look to it, the sun had gone to bed and the moon was up ready to play. It cast its white glow all around the car park which was mostly empty now except for hers and probably members of staff. She wheeled the basket towards her car. She was ever watchful, this time of year with the night rolling in early she felt nervous walking alone.