This is our only link to the world.

You could see his distress. He was young, from a foreign country, and the streets were terrible.

They were absolutely wonderful, and we got to eat and had water.

It's like being in a prison, and we just wait.

It's easier to be with three of your best friends and we keep each other entertained. One cries and the other three picks her up.

It's just such a switch going from rescuer to victim, in a sense. It's just about adapting and surviving. You'd be surprised what you're capable of doing when you have no other choice.

They set fires in a city that has no water, which blows our minds.

We're trying not to get caught up in the madness -- the violence, the looting and fires.

We wheel and deal for food. I can't believe we have to do this in America.

We just did the best we could, and got the doctor's advice on what was comparable to the meds people were asking for. We were also able to get some clean supplies like bandages, ointments and creams.