“what happened? ” jeff asked through a wide yawn. “where are we? ” “this is a motel room in flint. you made it into town and sent the helicopter into the canyon after mark. i can’t tell you how happy i was when i saw it overhead. i’m so proud of you! " jeff sat up suddenly. “where’s mark? is he ok? ” “they airlifted him out and got him to the hospital. his leg’s still in bad shape, but he’s going to be just fine in a couple of days. to you, son.” jeff’s worried face relaxed as his father spoke. “how about you, dad? how did you get out? ” “well, i finally hiked myself out of that canyon and to the road. i won’t be going back there any time soon. that’s for sure. anyway, i couldn’t see the car, and as i headed for flint, i got lucky and was able to hitch a ride from a fellow named bob in a tow truck.” jeff laughed out loud. “i guess bob makes a good living going up and down that road. i hope you gave him a good tip, dad! ” this section of the story would best be described as the: the exposition the rising action the climax the falling action