In the parking lot of the Cleveland Department Store, twenty-seven year old Mattie Campbell was fresh out of tears when she pushed the speak button on her hand-held and brought it to her mouth, "WJ7V."

"WJ, go ahead."

"Sarah, we've found a little girl. She's four years old and buried just inside the wall. She says her leg hurts, but she's alive. We need better equipment. There's a cement slab just above her and the building keeps settling, over."

"WJ, do you have any help there yet?"

"Not much, but people are doing what they can. Even injured people are digging. We need equipment, but there's not much chance of that. The parking lot is a mess and the streets are jammed with cars. Trees are slanted every which way and some are uprooted. We had a live power line to worry about, but one of the guys got it shut down. WJ7V, over."

"N7ORM."

"ORM, go ahead."

"Sarah, John Snider is with me. He owns a construction company and wants to help. Can you give us Mattie's location again? N7ORM, over."

"ORM, she's at the Cleveland Department Store on North 97th, just off Wallingford Avenue, over."

"Roger Sarah. Traffic is jammed, but we'll try our best to get there. N7ORM, out."

Collin thought for a moment, then lifted the mike, "This is Collin Slater at KMPR, 760 AM in Seattle. Folks, I know a lot of you are trying to find loved ones, but please, if you've deserted your cars, go back. Pull them to the side as far as you can. Park on sidewalks or in yards if you have to, but clear the streets. It's the only way we're going to get help to that little girl and the hundreds of others trapped in buildings." Gently, he laid the mike back down near the Ham Radio speaker.