Mark Godfrey

Andy had been knocked out less and he was maybe moving around a little bit more.

And I think us talking and us, you know, confirming for each other, if you will, what had happened helps introduce some level of reality into the situation because you're able to talk to somebody about it.

Andy and I slowly became aware of our surroundings.

Our mother was trapped, I think, very close to me, if not, you know, partly on top of me with broken skis and broken plane parts and things like that.

So that is a tough memory to have.

I don't think we had identified any other family members in the general vicinity of us that I can recall.

I think because of some of the memories Andy has about...

being instructed by our mother, gave him some direction, if you will.

And he also realized that I was not in good shape and seemed to be fading, that he had to, in effect, kind of take on that older brother role and be the cheerleader for the group and try and encourage me, you know, to hold on.

The first night was one thing, but to have to go through that 24 hours later was probably kind of the low for us.

All of a sudden, we just started hearing a noise.

I think maybe we had heard some planes go by earlier, certainly during some of the storm.

I can vaguely recall hearing planes fly over us, but we couldn't see them.

They couldn't see us.

So it wasn't like this was the first sound that we heard for the last three days, but it got louder.

All of a sudden, there are a bunch of people surrounding me.

There are people asking me questions.

How old am I?

What's my name?

Where do I live?