Sandy took the help and was lowered to the ground. That did help.

So there she was, on the rooftop of a building in the middle of the storm.

First the pain. Then fear.

Anger.

Confusion.

Hope.

Each one a piece of paper swept away by the rains and winds till she couldn't see them. It was like she was a glass being emptied. She tried to imagine how that would feel.

Hollow.

Still.

And when she opened her eyes she wasn't sure it had worked, the pain was still there but...then she realized she could think.

"I don't know if I did it right." She confessed unable to ignore the heat and throbbing in her leg.