Meanwhile in lower Manhattan, one co-workers wife walked across the Queensboro Bridge, and another's walked down from Tower 2.  She then walked the length of Manhattan to the Willis Ave Bridge where he met here later that night.  She never looked back.  She worked for the Transit Authority, Her angel had told her not to listen to the advice on the loudspeaker, and she left the building before it collapsed.  Other wives could only leave their last words of love.  Sons and daughters, husbands and wives, parents and children, all called and emailed.  They told their loved ones goodbye.  They knew. 

By now, I was home watching the horror on cable, my daughter was at work in Danbury, taking care of children and not knowing if their parents would be there to pick them up that evening.  Brenda called, she was on I 684.  Out of the war zone!