High above Seattle, in the body of the chopper, Jackie eased her feet out of her high heels and leaned her head back against the headrest. Moments before, the mock woman moved thirty seven feet west, stayed still for six minutes, then moved back. Hopeful, Jackie placed a call to her employer, "Sir, I think she's going to make it, if we can get her out of the building."

Evan Cole's weary eyes drooped and circles were beginning to darken under them. His aborted Seattle landing took him to Spokane International Airport where the decor and hard seats were just like any other airport, only on a smaller scale, "Can you see her?"

"Well no, not exactly. We tapped into the building's security camera's but nothing down there works anymore."

"Then how do you know she's alive?"

"Well, you may not like this, but we put a computer chip in her necklace. It's a tiny sensor that allows us to know where she is and monitor her heart beat."

He was quiet for a time, rubbing his chin and thinking, "Are you telling me there's more to worry about than injuries from the earthquake?"

"Christina had a heart attack a couple of months ago and the truth is, she's had another one today. But she's alive. We think she has medication with her. When does your next flight leave?"