Are you OK?
"I'm stuck!" Barbara hollered back.
I race up the stairs two at a time only to find Barbara wedged between
the door and the hallway wall, her foot tightly tangled in wire.
"I turned around on the porch because I thought I heard my name.
Then there was this greenish fog all around me and 'poof,' here I am.
I'm scared. What's going on?"
"Are you OK?" I yell.
