She thought she was imagining things at first, but the sound grew louder and then she looked up. The sight of the Bug overhead made her laugh triumphantly.

Raising an arm, Babs waved, wishing she had something bright orange with her and vowing to never travel without one again.

Babs had begun digging a little around and beneath her trapped foot to free it, but so far, she'd had little luck, and she was moving slowly, checking her leg periodically for discoloration - bruising or breakages she couldn't feel.

Watching to make sure he saw her, or at least the ricochet, Babs waited with more patience than she thought she had.