Instantly Timmy perked up. "Hey, you might be right. We might get to use the fire hoses after all."

A7BB was awake. The early morning glow began behind the city where scattered clouds dotted the sky. The fire was out downtown, but South Center still burned, as did Bremerton. On the Aircraft Carrier, a dozen choppers sat ready to lift off and teams of men with search dogs climbed into three. Boxes of blood and supplies bound for hospitals were loaded onto others and just as the day before, Canadian choppers waited to land.

He moved a tree branch and looked down. Beneath him, several more bodies sloshed in the water. Quickly, A7BB released the branch. The cat was no where to be found and none of the choppers coming or going seemed at all interested in him. Jim Sarasosa sighed, wiggled his hand between the tree and the dirt, then dug a fresh radio battery out of his pant's pocket. He loaded it, closed the cover and listened to his friends report in.

Mattie called in to say a team with a search dog arrived at the department store in the night. They pulled six more people out of the rubble, but not the little girl. And now, the little girl named Charlie was quiet. Hopefully, she was just sleeping. Nevertheless, the searchers were trying to get a microphone down to her. Reports of more collapsed buildings poured in, each sounding more grim than the last. Emergency calls took priority and occasionally, A7BB saw a chopper head in the direction of the call.