An idea formed in Kalinda's head, and even though she knew it was probably helpless, she just couldn't help but...hope And she would hate herself forever if they didn't try everything. "Zach" Kalinda said sharply, perhaps harsher then she had intended, "The arc reacter, from his other suit. Its on a building, with the jet. Get it, now, you can get there, with the lightening, quicker then anyone else" She moved to where Zack had been, smoothly starting compressions again. The most important thing was to keep the compressions going, to keep the blood circulating.

" Damn it, Michael. I said no dying" She kept her movements smooth, timing it perfectly for a natural heart beat, leaning down every thirty compressions to breath air into Michael's lungs. Two breaths, and back to compressions. It seemed like a never ending cycle.