Our group stood in the parking lot, debating the right thing to do. They had three options, take the items, take them and pay for them later, or put them back.
At this point, James put down his notebook. He stood frozen on the bridge for several minutes as it dawned on him that his house was drowning, that there would be no coming home when this was over. Then he shook himself back into reporter mode, grabbed his pad and continued writing.