ARE YOU OKAY???” “Mikey, what police
do we call???” “Do you know what to
do here?” “?????”
Ricardo Mendes, wanting Lythcott
to activate Apple’s Emergency SOS
call, wrote, “PRESS THE OFF BUTTON
OF YOUR IPHONE 5 TIMES QUICKLY.”
Kaitlin Haggard found all the local
police numbers by district and shared
them.
Leah Schlossman aired her frus-
tration: “I can’t get through to any of
these numbers and Michael’s line is
busy.”
Misty McKenzie-Hill: “Please,
please let him be OK.”
Emilie Stein: “Dude, I will fly out
tonight and come get you if you need.”M
eanwhile, Stacey Eno con-
tinued to struggle. She was
trying to scream for help, but
each time it came out like a whimper.
She was in and out of consciousness,
confused and numbed by pain. Her
face bones had been shattered. Some
object had slammed into her mouth
in the crash, slicing her tongue and
loosening teeth.
“Stacey,” Lythcott said. “I’m trying
to get help.”
Why aren’t either of us getting up?
Eno wondered. Lythcott had said he
thought his back was broken; what
about hers? She tried to move her legs
but couldn’t get them underneath her.
Any movement made her feel as if she
might fall down the steep incline to
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