And that is what David’s and Yehudis’s family thought about after they took Chana home that Shabbos. They sat together around their brightly lit Shabbos table, with steaming bowls of Shabbos chicken soup in front of them – yet somehow no one felt quite like eating, for they were thinking of Chana and her mother in that dreary, chilly basement. What could they do?…What could they do?…At last they thought of a plan!