“I’m down here!” I yelled with a hoarse voice. “Can you see me?” But wait a minute . . . I was still holding on to Paul’s hand. What was going on? Why wasn’t Paul communicating with the rescuers? He said earlier that he could see them. Couldn’t they see him too? My hand was becoming a little numb from not moving it for so long. I wiggled my fingers around Paul’s hand, just to reassure myself that he was still holding on to me. “Paul, what’s happening?” I frantically asked, trying to make sense of the situation. “You’re okay, Genelle,” he said in the same composed tone he’d been speaking in
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