"Move it! MOVE!" Joel had been an innocent(?) bystander when the rush of water poured out of the house. He had been walking by, nothing more, when suddenly his dusty boots were soaked and his feet flipping over his head as he tumbled painfully along the cement street. Now, he was back on his feet and trying to get everyone else out of the way of the water pouring out of the building.

He was drenched, with a mean expression on his face as he bodily picked a teenager up off the street and jogged out of the outpouring water and set him down. He ran back into the gushing water and started picking up another person, this one a full grown man, trying to get him up into his arms. "Come on, move it!"