Phil could not see anything. He
could only feel the crushing weight that had pinned his leg. Nobody responded
as he called out to his friends. It had been days, or at least he imagined it
so. He drifted in and out of sleep. In his waking moments he would call out to
Walter and Stevie. He had found a metal pole by his side and used it to bang on
the steel door he was pinned to. It echoed his cry of help out to the world. He
tried to count how many times he heard the monotonous thud. Hundreds, once more
than a thousand before he gave up.
Then he received an answer. A hard
thud on the other side reverberated around the room. He woke from a restless
sleep and scratched around for his pole. “Stevie!” he yelled as he felt the
metal in his fingers, “Stevie they’re here!”
He slammed the pole against the
door and waited a moment. Had he dreamt it all? Was this his desert oasis on
the horizon?
The thud came back and he yelled
out in glee, banging the pole on the door with all his might.
“Stevie they’re here to save us!
Hold on, Stevie, hold on!”
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