The Rescue Team in Action

As Fig moved closer to the flashing lights at the end of the street, she could see people in a rescue boat. She continued to yell and wave her hands hoping the officer at his car would notice her. Finally, she could see that he was looking directly at her and she hurried toward him, though he did not come into the water after her.

By the time she made it to him, he was frowning at her. Her legs were soaked and muddy and she was gasping for breathe.

"Ma'am, are you crazy?" he asked her.

"I might be," she said, "I've got two kids trapped in the house over there and there's something very wrong with my elderly uncle," Fig told him trying to catch her breathe and feeling relieved that she had reached dry ground.

"Ok, yes Ma'am, we've got rescue boats going down the street to help. You should have just waited in your house. You could have gotten hurt," the officer said.

"No offense, Officer, but we've been without power for over two days and I had no idea what was going on," Fig explained, "And I'm afraid that my Uncle might be dead. My kids are fine, but I couldn't wait there anymore."

"Alright, alright," he said with compassion, "As soon as we unload this boat, we'll take it towards your house, alright?"

Fig nodded appreciatively and looked back down the street to see if any others were waiting or in the water. She could see something waving at the end of the street, but she couldn't make out what it was.