Tim's hands were still shaking when he sat down in the hallway next to Seely. "My exploring days are over. I might be wrong. Maybe falling does run in my family."

Seely turned the radio down and watched the tightness in Tim's jaw. "I've got a feeling I don't wanna hear this."

"You're right." Jenna eased down on her knees, then leaned against the wall. Suddenly, she sat up straight again, "Listen."

"Chopper," Tim said. "I'll go have a look." With that, he was up on his feet again, hurrying down the hallway. He walked into the conference room just in time to watch a Navy Chopper slowly fly over. Unlike the sky crane, this helicopter seemed to be examining damage all over the city, crossing over, turning, then and crossing over again in a zigzag pattern. A few minutes later, the thud of its engines diminished. When Tim returned, Jenna handed him the jug of water. He took a long drink and wiped his mouth on the back of his scraped up arm.

Seely watched him with growing concern. His hands were still trembling and his normally pale skin looked even lighter. "Was it the same chopper?"

"Nope, that one was Navy. But it didn't turn this direction. It doesn't know we're here."

"Maybe we could make a sign."

Tim screwed the lid back on the jug and set it down, "And hang it where? The truth is, I don't have the courage to go back out there. I'm the guy, I'm supposed to have all kinds of courage. But man, we're a long way up. A long, long way up."