Ryan was vaguely aware that he had some number to go somewhere. He didn't care about leaving. He had spent the entire time that he had spent in the stadium trying to locate his parents. He watched the helicopters leave and come back, praying to god that his parents had left the hell hole he found himself in. He was happy that finally some of the gunshots had ended, he even got a small grin, thinking that the worst of it had to be over.