She was in awe of how cold he could make himself. How shut off from their surroundings, the rest of the group. He spoke to her like they were still in Chicago

It was hard to think of mindless t hings to say. even to him. There was too much to do, too much to see, to feel.

Each time she held one of the children in her arms,it was like losing Michael over and over again.These mothers would never get another photo, or a phone call.

It was hard to peacefully sleep. She turned her body towards Carter's on the seat next to her, and watched his chest rise up and down, his eyes squeezed shut.


"John" she gave him a shove, as the bus came to a halt."John!" Deb hissed,"We're here"