Heather handled the corpse with the clinical detachment she handled everything unsavory in life, and the bit of sadness she felt for the man was tucked away. Perhaps later when she had some time to herself, she could deal with everything she was feeling.. Right now, there was work to be done.<br/><br/>The van needed to be flipped and it was no easy task to hunt down rocks and logs to prop up under the van as they lifted it. The jacks from all three vehicles were positioned along the side of the van, and Heather gave the van a curious look, then glanced to the group around her.<br/><br/>"If we place all three jacks along the edge, and crank the van up.. Then remove one jack, and slide it in further, then a second jack in further, getting all three in under it further.. and crank it up a bit more.. Maybe we can keep doing that, rotating the jacks in further, always having two supporting it. We can supplement rocks and logs and stuff as needed.. But shouldn't that help make it easier to tip?"<br/><br/>It was quickly getting darker and she hurried to do her part in tilting the van upright. She collected sturdy logs and big rocks. She helped to place jacks, and at times she helped to lean her body weight into the vehicle. As a group, working hard together. The van would be tipped in no time, its wheels thudding against the ground. The good thing was, they had a lot of heavy exercise to do keep warm.