"O-okay..." Susan stammered as she was helped up unto the wagon.  With all of them on board, the group went and started to pull the wagon from the front, and push from the rear.  It was a slow going process, particularly plotting about the thick forests, and it was already late evening by the time they arrived at the farm.  Susan peered around at the disaster and what was left of her home, but at least she was safe.  "Is my pop pop around?" she asked, hoping he hadn't been injured in the commotion.