Instead, the chopper tipped slightly upward and held its position. Then, just as it had appeared, it slowly lifted above the top floor, sharply banked right and was gone.

As soon as the noise dissipated, Tim took one more cautious step toward the outside edge of the building, "Jenna look!"

"What?"

"We can see the water."

"So?"

"So where's the Federal Building?"

Jenna felt sick. She wrapped her arms around her stomach and backed away.

Jackie asked Carl to move the chopper back to its original position over West Seattle where all three cameras were at a better advantage. She adjusted the focus on each, then went back to her conversation with Michael, "Well, at least she's not alone."

Michael took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. Comparatively, the small, compact mobile home suffered only minor damage -- not counting broken windows, spilled cupboards and an upset coffee pot. He put his glasses back on and turned his attention to the middle monitor, "I ran a quick picture comparison through the company's personnel records. Both of them are co-workers and neither have any medical training."

"Oh Michael, what are we going to do?"

"We're out of our league here. I suggest we call someone."

"Good idea. See if you can find ... let's see. I know, call fire and rescue in LA. They're experts in earthquakes."