We spent the first half of the day at San Francisco General, waiting for updates and hoping to interview passengers that were on the flight.
That particular needle in a haystack is never fun. The possibility is pretty strong that we might not come across anyone from the flight, maybe not even a friend or relative.
Still, we do what we can.
We were there for a briefing from the hospital on the condition of the passengers.
It's still amazing to me that more people weren't injured worse. It's sad that two young girls died (and others face paralysis), but sometimes airplanes crash and all on board are lost.
We didn't have a full size SUV.
Maybe we could warn the station or something.
Of course, as long as we're going back in time, maybe we could make the whole trip unnecessary.