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I'm still alive!

Question:  Does Graham drown?
Answer:  No.

 Question:  Does Carrie drown?
Answer:  no but.

 A/N:  I was all prepared for the answer to those question to be yes.  Anyway...

It's been longer since my last post than usual, but things got very exciting for a while there.

We were sitting on the roof, waving at the other people from the bus, the ones who had chosen different buildings to sit on than us, when our building started to show signs of collapse.  It began to sway, which was when I made my last post.  I posted it, and made sure that my phone and the Drive were both safely stowed within my jacket.  (I'm really glad that all computer tech is waterproof these days.  That was a good advance, you know?)

Then, the roof we were standing on fell away beneath us, and we dropped.  There were beams and bits of masonry and broken glass and all sorts of stuff all around us.

Carrie got hit on the head on the way down and knocked out.  I managed to grab her, but she got hit really hard.  She's still unconscious now.  Alive, but unconscious.  We weren't there for long, fortunatley.  The storm cell had passed, the weather had cleared, and the bus company sent a large rescue helicopter out to look for us all.  (They're a good company, that one - they care about their passengers as well as their staff.)

The people on top of the other buildings had seen us there, of course, and they told the rescuers where we were and what had happened.

So now, we're in hospital.  I'm being discharged soon, but I'm going to come back and visit Carrie.  When she wakes up, we're going to find out about this Drive together.  It's still in my possession - I managed to stop the hospital staff from getting a good look at it, and I think I convinced them that it belongs to me, that it wasn't just a lucky find.

I'm looking forward to it.

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