She comes to consciousness in a place where no light can enter. A beam across her head, blood in her hair and dust in her throat. Most of her right side is crushed, she has a broken clavicle and her left foot looks like a giant blood blister, its bones reduced to cornflakes.
Margaret Neale's pain is immeasurable but she is not crying or screaming in torment. She is calling the name "Melissa" – the name of the daughter by her side just seconds ago. There is no answer. Margaret silently prepares to say goodbye to the people she loves.