The odds aren’t good, but I’ll try to get someone out.” Raymond’s hope flickered. “That’s all I ask.” “In the meantime,” she added, “if there’s any way you can give it shelter or warmth, do what you can. If it’s lying still, it’s in trouble.”
Raymond frowned, glancing back through the window. “It’s not exactly going to be easy to move,” he said. “It’s big. And I’m not as strong as I used to be.” There was a pause. Then Diane replied, “You don’t have to lift it, sir. If it can still walk, try to lead it somewhere sheltered.”