They were in the tower when the first plane hit. They tried to stay inside but decided to leave when they heard the second plane hit. During the confusion she was separated from one of her friends but met up with others back at her dorm on
I remember the sights and the smell a few weeks later when the police began letting residents in to gather their belongings. Seared into my memory is the trying to distinguish between the smell of air, sewage, dust, and a smell of something that I wished decomposing but knowing that it was. The police warned us that if we did find "something" do not touch it but just to notify them on the way out. His warning had stated that "some" was already found. He did not know it but it was her friend in the room next door who had already found "something" and decided to leave everything in there. I don't blame her. We only left with a hand full of things. The smell was over everything.