Kirsten stared helplessly into the rain, worried about Ryan. He said he was fine, but he didn't sound fine. He sounded like a hurt, helpless little boy who really needed his mommy. Or Guardian. Whichever. And she was trapped. She had called every airline, every chartered airline and even a few helicopter companies. All of them had told her that there was a huge storm system settled over that area and there was no way, not for love or money, that they were flying up there. Why couldn't her dad have bought a corporate jet? She would have gotten into the cockpit and flown the damn thing at this point.
"Any luck?" Sandy came in, squeezed her arms and gave her a peck on the cheek.
"No… Maybe we should just drive,"
"Honey, you called the weather service, they said there's already six inches of snow up there, and we don't exactly have snow tires. Not to mention that you've never driven in the snow-" She glanced at him, "And I haven't in twenty years!" He added quickly. "Look, if I thought for a second that we could help Ryan by jumping in that car and driving up there, I'd be honking the horn at you from the driveway, but the fact is that right now, there's nothing we can do. But I talked to Seth, they went and got food and bottled water, and Ryan's hardly alone.
They'll be okay, alright? You talked to the doctor, they said Ryan's knee is going to be fine. This is probably good for him, he's just gonna lay in a bed, and relax. Rest is what he really needs, not an airplane flight or a car ride. Okay?"
"Yeah…" Kirsten nodded. "But I still wish there was something I could do…" Sandy hadn't heard Ryan on the phone, hadn't heard his pitiful pleas for help. He didn't know… She went back to staring at the rain.