My heart is racing, I won't be exaggerating if I say a thousand beats per second. My breath shortens, and my lips slightly part. So I can access sufficient oxygen. The moment prolongs and it feels like hours have been spent standing in the same position.

Yet, Noah keeps on looking at the screen. He might have found something. Hope sparks in my body and a I do a little victory dance in my head. Before I can be met with further Great Expectations from this tragic life, the camera breaks!

Noah ...