Virgil ran a tired hand over his face before moving to the last car trapped beneath the rocks and dirt from the landslide. He quickened his pace as he heard the sobs of a small child and reaching the car was relieved to see that one side of it was relatively untouched. He moved to the passenger side door and was greeted by a tiny tearstained face.
Reaching through the partially open window he gently brushed a strand of hair from the child's face, "Hello sweetheart, my name is Virgil and I'm with International Rescue. What's your name and is there anyone else in the car with you?"
The child took a hitching breath that shook her tiny body and grasped his hand tightly, "M...m...my name's Ciara and mommy w...w...won't wake up and she's got blood all over. Please help her mister Virgil."
Virgil shifted so he could look past the child to where her mother sat pinned by her steering wheel, her face covered by a curtain of dark auburn hair.
Smiling down at the child he gently squeezed her hand, "Ciara, I have to go around and see if the car is stable enough for me to open the door so I can help your mommy. Can you wait right here for me? I promise I'll be right back."
Ciara looked back at her mother before turning to Virgil and nodding, "I kin wait Mister Virgil."
Virgil smiled and pulled his arm from the window, "That's a brave girl. Now I'm going to keep talking to you so you know where I am, okay."
The little girl nodded and watched as Virgil made his way around the front of the car where he found himself stopped by two massive boulders that were effectively pinning the car in place, "How old are you Ciara?"
Her muffled reply just barely reached his ears, "I'm six years old. Mommy! Mister Virgil, Mommy's waking up, come quick!"
Virgil raced back around and tugged the passenger door open. He eased past the child and reaching out brushed the hair out of the moaning woman's face and gasped, "Rosaleen!"
Golden pain filled eyes focused on him, "Virgil? Scott, where's Scott? I need Scott!"