After about an hour of running around his garage looking for the things he needed, he finally managed to get the radio working, and pulled out a really old book looking for the right channels. After a while of searching, he managed to get a connection with the police station down the road.<br/><br/>"Uh, hello?" The chatter went silent after a moment until a man responded.<br/><br/>"Hello? Who is this?"<br/><br/>"This is Arlen Ironison, I live a few miles down from the station. My house is buried pretty bad from the storm that hit a few nights ago." Again there was silence.<br/><br/>"Good to know you're alive down there son. How'd you get this channel?"<br/><br/>"I had a really old radio and got it working again; didn't think I'd need it, but I've got a girl from out of town who I had to shelter since she was nearly buried."<br/><br/>"That doesn't sound good. We'll see if we can't get someone out to get you, but there's no promises. In the meantime, is there anything we can do?"<br/><br/>"Yea, she needs to get in touch with her sister who lives around the city. I'll go get her so you can get a name." Arlen put the radio mic down and went back into the house. "Kodi! I got the radio working, I'm talking with the police. Grab your coat and come on out here!"