 I was amazed at the calmness of the two highway patrolmen, he said. The sergeant was completely in control, amazingly calm. Everybody worked as harmoniously as a Swiss watch, despite the critical nature of the scene. I gave my name to one of the authorities, perhaps to the sergeant of the highway patrol, explaining that I was returning from having celebrated mass. It was the sergeant who, at the sheriff's request, gave me Katie's name as I was leaving so I could visit her in the hospital. I assumed she would be taken to, I guess, a hospital in Columbia.