"I'm going to need help," I called to it. "You seem to give a shit...whatever you are. I'm about to have a baby. I'm feeling Braxton-Hicks contractions. That means I'm not too far from delivering-- maybe a few weeks or even less. I don't want to do this alone. I'm afraid I'll die and so will the baby, and I don't think you brought us here for that. So, if you care, do something."