Mel was struggling to keep calm.  She wasnt good in enclosed places.  The day they had crashed she had been trapped in the boat, the water rising, luckily the girls got her out and she was fine, but this, she couldnt move, when she tried pain flared from her ankle.  She was so relieved to hear their voices, "I'm ok, and yup Em, you know me and attention" she said, trying to keep her voice level and even, but inside she was beginning to feel the terror build.  What if they couldnt get her out? What if the rain continued and she was drowned?  She closed her eyes, and took a breath, slow, steady calming.  It was good to have them around, they had been through a lot together.<br/><br/>She heard the way the new guy, Goner spoke, he seemed to know what he was talking about.  "Guys, my ankle is trapped, I cant pull it out, I..I think it might be broken" she trembled, she hoped it wasnt, but the pain was really getting to her.  "Can someone go and let the guy in the shelter know? he's strong, he should be able to help" she told them, thinking he would be good.  "He's name's Michael, another pair of hands" she said, her voice wavering.  She couldnt move at all, the pain was intense when she tried.  She groaned, shivering, there was water building up around her feet.