There was silence from the cave. Joe could feel the panic rising inside of him as he took off running to his car. He had already tried to use his cell phone, but he couldn't get any service.

He jumped in his car and drove toward town, until his phone picked up a service. The first call he made was to 911 where he quickly explained what had happened. He then called his Dad and told him about Frank and the girls. Fenton Hardy told his son that he was coming as quickly as possible.

Joe then turned his car back around and headed back to the cave entrance. He walked to the mouth of the cave and looked at the fallen rocks and rubble, feeling totally useless. He was afraid to start moving anything in case he made the rock slide worse. Joe could only pray that the three people inside the cave were ok.

Within a few minutes, there were emergency rescue units on the scene. Fenton Hardy arrived soon after with some unexpected help in the form of Biff, Chet, Phil and Tony, the Hardy's closest friends.

Fenton resembled Frank in appearance. He had been a police officer with the New York Police Department, but he resigned to become a private detective. Frank and Joe had joined their father as detectives in their own agency.

"Dad, I'm glad to see you," said Joe.

"What about me?" said blonde haired and slightly chubby Chet.

"We heard about what happened on the emergency scanner. We thought we could come out and help," Phil added, and we are here to offer our hands in assistance."

"And our muscles," interjected Biff, a short blonde haired boy with blue eyes.

Joe couldn't help but feel a certain sense of relief at the sight of all these people, if anyone could rescue Frank, Callie and Vanessa then they could.

They all went to see if they could help the rescue crew, but even the crew were having difficulties. One of the men came over to talk with Fenton for a few minutes. Another man told his crew to stop and get out of the cave.

"What's wrong, what's happening?" yelled Joe, rushing over to where the rescue crew were digging.

"Joe," said Fenton, holding his son by the shoulders and staring into his eyes. "They can't move anymore rocks without the entire cave collapsing. They are checking all their maps to see if there is an alternate way into the caves."

"But, Dad, we just can't sit here," said Joe, pain and desperation evident on his face. " We have to do something!"

"Joe, I think we all want to do something to help," said Chet. "But right now we have to look for a different way." He took Joe by the arm. "We're going to get them out Joe, I know it!"