[post_page_title]Roger that[/post_page_title]
With the ground team in search for her, they tried her phone once again that had been disconnected for a while now. Finally, it started ringing. Another of Ewa’s lifelines was calling. She fumbled through her pocket, merely being able to move through the cold.
She was barely able to pick it up before it cut out. Finding the strength deep inside her, Ewa took note of the GPS coordinates she was lay at and sent the digits in a text. Help was coming. Ewa was going to live.
