Friday, March 31, 2006
1) I'm in the World Trade Center witha bunch of people. The planes have already hit, and we all know the towers are going to collapse. Everyone is running around trying to decide what to do. I start to try running down the stairs, but this girl stops me and tells me to get in the elevator. We won't be able to take it to the bottom, but we'll be safe in there until they can dig us out. I get in and everyone just waits. A few minutes later, we all start falling, but everyone is okay when we land. The firemen dig us out, and there are all kinds of reporters all over the place asking us questions, but I don't want to talk to anyone.