The rubble had enveloped him. It rested on his head. He hesitated to lift it. He was worried that the debris would enter the space that kept him alive. He wanted to yell, but he was afraid that the sound would shake the garbage into the space that kept him alive. He wanted to move his hands and legs, but he was afraid that it would push away the junk that held up the space that kept him alive. After the earthquake, he was afraid of everything. He was too afraid to do anything that would save his life. He suddenly heard a shout and the sound of an ambulance followed. It was coming closer. If he signaled for help, they would find him dead. Yet he moved his hands, moved them in a quick movement, and found hope.