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are trying to get him out. He’s OK but really scared. His Mom’s in the front seat and didn’t make it.”
    Without even answering him the whole group headed straight for the pile up. Finally they could do something to help and maybe feel less guilty for all the injured they had passed by.
    “Can one of you girls get into the car with him? You are both much smaller than us and you could fit no problem. He’s strapped into a car seat and we can’t get the right angle to get him out.” The man asked. “Hey Roger, back out of there, we got some help here.”
    The man that must be Roger wiggled back out of the small car and came over. “Thank God. I think the little guy is going into shock. We got to get him out!” The men looked at Alex and Dara expectantly.
    “I’ll go. No problem. Hey Josh give me your multi tool please.” Alex volunteered.
    “Yup, Alex is the right choice. She’s really bendy.” Dara said, surprising a laugh out of Alex. She didn’t even know that Dara was aware of her gymnastic talents. With Josh’s multi tool in hand, Alex crawled up onto the car and started looking at all the angles of entry. Finally she slid in all the way where the big man couldn’t fit. Crouched in the passenger seat it was a tight fit with all the damage done from the accident. It almost seemed as though the car had been made skinnier as there was hardly any gap left between the front seats. There was still plenty of head room left but with the front seats squished together there was no clearance to squeeze through them. Alex examined the head rests and saw the little buttons on either side. Perfect, removable head rests. She quickly got them out and twisted back to drop them out the window to give herself more room. Alex had to work very hard not to look at the poor woman who was dead in the driver’s seat. Thankfully she was slumped forward on the steering wheel and facing the other way. She turned to look at the little boy in the back seat and it broke her heart. His blond curls were limp and his baby blue eyes seemed glazed over. If not for the rapid rise and fall of his little chest, Alex would have thought he was dead. He had a few drops of blood on his forehead but it didn’t look like he was bleeding, so it probable came from his mother. Alex looked around the back seat and saw a sippy cup, a soft green blanket and a baby bag on the floor. She reached back and snagged the blanket and cup and brought it into the front seat and tried to shake the glass off of it. After wiping the cup off with her shirt she turned back to the little boy.
    “Hey buddy. My name is Alex and I’m going to get you out of your seat so we can get out of the car. Can you tell me your name?” Alex said in a soft sweet tone. No response came from the child.
    “OK, do you want your juice? Are you thirsty buddy?” she kept trying. A slight flicker on his face made Alex think he was hearing her. So she handed the cup back and held it in front of his eyes. Slowly his little hands came up and took the cup to his mouth.
    “Good boy! Have a drink and then we are getting out of the car. Okay pal?” she encouraged. After a long drink those baby blues met hers and whimpered, “Mommy?”
    Alex tried to smile but all she wanted to do was cry. What would happen to this little guy? No mother, no way to find his dad, all alone in this harsh new world. Alex shook those thoughts away and told the child, “Mommy’s not here right now but she loves you very much and asked me to help you out of the car. Okay?”
    The little boy stared at Alex like he was deciding and then nodded his head. So Alex decided to get this done before he could ask anything else. Taking the cup away from him she grabbed the baby bag from the floor and stuffed the cup into it. She turned back to the front seat and stuffed the blanket in as well then shoved the whole thing out the window. Quinn was right outside the window and took it from her.
    “Is he ok in

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