Heather made it up to the van alright, but the scene that was waiting for her made her heart plummet. This guy had to be easily over 400 pounds and he wasn't moving. Heather wormed her way to the front of the car, hesitating when the branch creaked. "Hey! Are you ok in there?" She called out to the driver, praying for a response. When none came, she slipped to the drivers side door, trying the handle. It was open, but the door would only open so far. As she opened the door, groceries shifted around the man, various things falling to the ground below.<br/><br/>Still, the man did not move, and he didn't look to be breathing. Heather reached out to his neck, feeling for a pulse. It was hard to tell through the fat if he had one. Pulling his eye open, there was no response the the light in his pupil, and she could feel no breath from his mouth.<br/><br/>She leaned away from the van, looking down at the folks below her. "He isn't responsive. No discernible heart rate, no retinal activity, and not breathing. I cant get a good look at him though. This guy has got to be at least 400 pounds, and he's surrounded by an airbag and groceries. I cant get him down by myself, and I cant find an easy way in to get any more details!" Her mind was already processing the fact that the man was likely dead and beyond their help, keeping her emotions in check.